The tattered boat finally did not fall apart halfway, and under the impetus of the recovered Donn's blood, it reached the shore smoothly.

Seeing that Don was full of embarrassment, Jack naturally didn't say anything more, so he hurriedly left a scene similar to a later meeting.

After saying goodbye to Jack, Don shivered excitedly, the winter night wind was no joke, blowing on the wet body, and the difference between it and the knife was not much.

Fortunately, although Tang En looked embarrassed, he was actually not injured, and the most serious thing on his body was the more than ten penetrating sword qi of the hidden sword. However, after the sword qi invaded the body, it was neutralized by the blood qi, and all that was left was some skin trauma.

Instead of taking a taxi, Don chose to walk home, his mind a little confused right now......

Ghostface turned out to be his dead neighbor Bes...... Don then remembered the bloody horror paintings he saw when he first met Bess. And when Bess said, "I don't know how to draw because I've never seen them," didn't he see them all the time......?

And that time when I came out of Auston Castle, I was inexplicably taught a lesson by Ghost Face, saying that I had gone too far in some things...... Think about kissing and pinching Betsy before, this is for my sister......

Tang En touched his nose, thinking that he was actually living under the nose of the number one assassin in Lai Yan City, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Half an hour later, Donn came to his attic.

After standing for a moment, Don walked to Beess's house first, pushed the door, and squeaked......

The door was not locked, and it opened with a push, and there was no light in the room, and it was pitch black.

However, you can vaguely see that the structure of the house is somewhat similar to the attic of Donn, the hall, the staircase, and the guest room. The difference is that there are a lot of easels in this hall.

After taking a few steps forward, Don suddenly felt his toes touch something.

I was suddenly startled in my heart, and I spun and flew back.

"You're here......" An extremely faint voice came, and then an oil lamp lit up.

Don narrowed his eyes, and saw Bess lying on the stairs with a dead face, a pool of blood beside him.

On the floor of the hall lay a figure dressed in black, with a black scarf and a dagger in his hand, apparently an assassin, but had been dead for some time.

"It's you, Ghostface!" said Don in a deep voice as he pulled out his dagger. Anyone would be nervous about this prestigious assassin, and although he looked like he was not far from death now, Don believed that if he broke out and killed someone, there were really not many people in Lai Rock City who could escape.

"Hehe, don't be nervous, just call me bass. Or rather...... Well, anyway, otaku who play with art ......" Bess chuckled.

"Uh-......" Don touched his nose in embarrassment, playing with the otaku, which he and Lena often said when they joked about their neighbors, "You know I'm coming?"

"Well, you seem to be interested in me lately......" Bess replied casually, then pointed to the side and said, "How about helping me see this painting?"

Belch...... Don looked away inexplicably, and there was a piece of drawing paper fixed on a drawing board about two feet long, which depicted a large group of figures walking down the street. There are those who cry out in anger, there are those who show sorrow, and there are those who raise their arms and roar...... The figures and expressions of each person are vivid, and you can hear their voices when you stand in front of the painting.

Walking in the center of the crowd, and at the center of the drawing board, are two women. Oh, that's Josia and Lena. The bass's painting is really good, and the other people Donn doesn't know, but these two people's appearance, clothing, and expressions are consistent with his impression, which is perfect.

Of course, the most precious thing about this painting is not the authenticity of the painting, but the kind of thing that can be conveyed through the paper, well, the spirit through the painting. ...,