Chapter 11: The Painter (10)
I looked at Chen Chuan, curious if he would agree.
"Yes," Chen Chuan handed me the purification potion, "you accompany her." β
"Okay."
It's unbelievable.
And just like that, I came to the passage again, with Moran.
She hugged Brown who was painting, and cried so hard that tears pierced Brown and fell to the ground, and she could barely breathe: "Sorry, ...... in the future." No one knows you're the real one, the best painter anymore! I...... Sorry, I'm in a hurry......"
"I know, you don't know my ...... Love, but it doesn't matter! β
I watched quietly as she cried, watching her turn from grief to numbness. Brown didn't respond to her, he was drawing, as if only painting could get his attention in life.
"You know what," Moran said, uncordoning the purification potion, as if to say to himself, "Brown is not Mr. Randy's child. β
"He's my silly lover."
She lifted the bottle, and the turquoise potion splashed on the glass wall as she swayed, and at this moment, she was not dying.
Moran drank the potion, and the moment before the potion took effect, she stared at me and laughed, "So you too." β
In my frightened gaze, she calmly kissed Brown on the lips: "Goodbye, Brown!" β
I watched her behavior become more and more mechanical, and finally returned to the right path and walked out of the passage to continue preparing dinner, and I felt a little sad in my heart.
Chen Chuan handed me a flower, and I knew he wanted to comfort me.
But the thought that the flower had been there when we entered the kitchen to capture Moran made it even more indescribable.
Perhaps she was so happy that she broke a branch of flowers to give to her lover.
"You open the character bio and see if Brown's bio changes." Something suddenly occurred to me and I turned on my virtual screen.
[Brown: 19 years old, a genius painter, the son of a painter, was abducted by Mr. Randy at the age of nine, and let him eat Ecstasy to deceive him as his own son, although he cultivated his talent for drawing, but after all, the fruits were stolen.] ]
[Moran: 18 years old, adopted by the artist, when he was eight years old, he saw Randy kidnap Brown, and a year later he entered Randy's house as a maid, just to see the boy again.] ]
The photo that I couldn't remember before, but now I can see it clearly, the photo is a painting, and it is Moran. I took apart the huge painting in Randy's room, and there was only a blank piece of paper underneath the portrait of Mrs. Randy.
I looked at Moran as dinner was prepared, and I didn't know whether to sigh or rejoice for her.
It should be something to be happy about, right?
But another voice thinks otherwise. That's the voice from the bottom of my heart.
[Congratulations to the player for completing the quest and will be rewarded with a purification potionΓ2 and 3000 XP.] The current Lu Ming level is: Level 1. Chen Chuan's grade is: level ten. ]
"It's time for us to go back." Chen Chuan said that he seemed to be surprised, and I knew that if he wanted to go home, he would have to abandon something.
"Okay."
When I came, Chen Chuan pulled me here, and I did it myself.
The long-lost feeling of vertigo came to me, and I grabbed his hand to avoid falling.
"It won't be like this in a long time." He said.
"Got it."
After the world stabilized, the familiar villa, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers filled my eyes, and ...... Familiar and unfamiliar butlers.
Chen Chuan went offline almost in seconds, and the housekeeper only had one sentence waiting for me.
[You rest first, and I'll look for you in a few days.] ]
After I walked the plot step by step for two days, Chen Chuan had no news, and I was really bored, so I simply walked out of the villa to relax.
There are NPCs on the road, and the store is also very lively, but this one is not the other.
"Do you want to know everything? Do you want to take the initiative easily? So come in and have that ability!! β
The huge billboards are eye-catching, and the conspicuous fonts and colors all indicate the assembly line brain circuits of the merchants.
However, I wanted to go in and have a look. Because I didn't see this shop when I first came out.
Yes, I admit I'm interested. I thought about my company, the one that couldn't be entered during non-plot time, and I started to worry if this place was just a decoration.
In line with the concept of "no tears if you don't see the coffin", I took the first step and was not ejected.
"You're the first player to enter this store." The visitor was dressed in an antique robe of crow-blue color, with long boots on his feet, and his hair was tied up high, out of place with his surroundings.
I silently withdrew my leg: "Oh. β
"The visitor is a guest, why don't you go in and taste my tea here." He smiled decently, as if by magic, to dispel the idea of me leaving.
Reaching out and not hitting the smiling man, I still followed him in.
The interior is simply furnished, with a consultation table and a few pots of greenery.
The qualified president was going to be quiet, and I sat across from him and waited for him to sell me the medicine.
"You're not curious at all?" He pushed me a cup of tea, "Ask me what I do, like." β
"I think it's pretty clear at the door." I took a sip of tea, the tea is fragrant and refreshing, not like an ordinary product, and it seems that people are not good stubble.
"What you see must be true?" He said meaningfully.