Contrary to the bad treatment she expected, she felt like she was being treated like a princess... except for freedom.
Anna opened a small corner of the curtain and looked at the environment outside. Just below this room, two men were guarding the door. Similarly, there was someone holding a handle outside the door of this room.
Her clothes had already been changed under the maid's tough attitude, and her whole body had been inspected.
Anna has no way to go to Yefim, let alone the outside world. So her current situation is: forbidden.
She didn't even know if Yefim could see clearly what Yuri looked like through the brooch she wore. The brooch had been destroyed on her way to the manor.
They are the men of the Dekabi family, or Yuri's men... But, Yuri's men?
Shouldn't he just be a frustrated painter wandering the streets? His identity has already been clearly investigated.
Is there something wrong?
The door to the room was suddenly opened at this time. Anna turned around warily and looked at Yuri, who was grabbing the door with both hands when it opened.
It's really Yuri.
"You guys wait outside." Yuri turned around and ordered at this time.
Anna clearly saw a few more men with serious expressions coming outside the door. They nodded and said nothing, but when their eyes swept over her, there was no hint of kindness.
Yuri closed the door.
He stuck to the door of the room, and did not come up or speak for a while. He just looked at Anna quietly, which made her even more confused about what he wanted to do.
"Did you have a good rest last night?" Yuri suddenly smiled and said, "This room should be the best one besides mine."
Anna tried her best to stay calm, "I think Mr. Yuri, you won't feel too good if you change places."
"You called me Mr. Yuri?" Yuri shook his head. As if he remembered something, he finally took steps and walked towards the corner of the room: the cloakroom.
He opened one of the wardrobes and while selecting the clothes inside, he said casually: "But there is no change of place, right? I slept very well last night, with two beautiful girls hugging me... Well,
I think last night must have been the best sleep I've had in a while."
"Really? Congratulations!" Anna said to Yuri.
The distance between the two of them is the distance from the window to the closet, which is almost the farthest distance that can be found in this room. Anna put her hands behind her back, and then slowly took out a stick from her sleeve.
toothbrush.
The toothbrush handle had been broken off, and the broken end was even polished to a very sharp point. This was probably the most meaningful thing Anna had done since waking up, and it was also the thing that gave her a cheap sense of security.
Finally, Yuri chose a suit of clothes from the wardrobe. He held it up in front of him, looked at Anna, and smiled: "Do you like this dress?"
Anna frowned: "It seems you are planning to let me put it on."
"You're still as smart as ever." Yuri looked at the other person with approval. He put his clothes on his clothes, but said nothing more and walked directly to the door. "Someone will take you out later. I hope that time
You've already changed your clothes... By the way, don't do unnecessary things. To be honest, I really don't want to see you holding a weapon."
He said, pointing to the corner of the room, and then pointed to his eyes.
This made Anna subconsciously think of Yefim... He was also a person who liked to hide in the dark and peek at everything. Anna took a deep breath, and the moment Yuri left, she reached out and pressed the window sill.
She looked a little ugly now and looked at the clothes on her back... The feeling now was really terrible.
But what's even worse is that she can't figure out what Yuri wants to do.
…
"time to eat."
A man walked in carrying a plate of food. This is the basement of the manor. Or would it be more appropriate to call it a dungeon? Yergo thought to himself.
This is probably not an experience to be proud of.
As national police officers, he and Victor were currently trapped in this place by this group of thugs. But what was even worse was that the man who came in with food was not coming towards them.
He was just delivering food to another guard who had been watching over them.
Yergo, who has not eaten or even drank water since last night... is so hungry!
The bandage wrapped around his mouth made it impossible for him to have a good conversation with Victor, even though Victor was right next to him.
But both of them were stuck on the wall.
"Aren't you going to kill these two guys?" The person who brought the food sat down casually and asked his companions.
The companion shrugged and said: "The boss said to keep it for now. But Mr. Butler also said that if they try to escape..."
He showed a sinister smile, and used the hand in his hand to slowly draw a thin stroke across his neck, as if this was what he was most looking forward to if this happened.
This is simply the worst thing! Yergo narrowed his sight... He felt that he was still immature, and his fear almost made him explode.
Maybe he should learn from Mr. Victor, he seems to be calmer. Yergo looked at Victor subconsciously, and he found...
Victor lowered his head...sleep, fell asleep!??
Oh shit!
So hungry!!
But the young agent Yergo didn't know that his experience was falling into two different lines of sight. The owners of the two lines of sight soon changed from being able to peer into the cellar.
A small window of circumstances leaves.
Because this manor is a place where you shouldn't stay in the same place for too long.
The owner of one of the lines of sight even had to worry and said: "Vera, are you really planning to steal the painting from here?"
"Steal? No..." The owner of the other line of sight shook his head and said calmly: "If we steal, wouldn't we not be able to see what the owner of this manor has planned?"
"That's right...wait for me, wait..." Vika had to cover her mouth quickly, for fear of making a louder sound, and was busy keeping up with the people who were always ahead.
Back view.
…
"Boss, Miss Anna brought it."
"I know, you go out first." Yuri nodded and ordered.
"Okay, boss."
Suddenly, only Yuri and Anna were left in the open room. Yuri looked at Anna who was wearing new clothes, smiled and said: "You really suit this dress very well."
Unlike Yuri, Anna was looking at every part of the room... She finally looked in front of Yuri.
There were easels, paintbrushes, and other painting tools... There were already a lot of things drawn on the paper, so Anna could recognize at a glance what Yuri was drawing.
She frowned and said subconsciously: "No wonder you also said you wanted to make "The Unknown Girl"...you are planning to draw another one!"
Yuri picked up the brush and didn't look at Anna. He just mixed the paint attentively and said calmly: "Come here and stay with me. You can always give me inspiration and let me know where to start. I need it.
Seize some time, after all, we have to do special year processing in the end."
Anna said in shock: "You captured me just to let me paint with you?"
Yuri then looked at Anna. It was unclear what kind of emotions were on his face. Anna felt as if she was looking at the man in front of her through ice, the man with whom she had the most intimate relationship.
She suddenly felt so unclear.
Yuri put his finger on his lips and made a silent gesture, "Don't talk, just stay with me quietly... How much money this painting can get in the end will belong to
your."
Anna... Anna opened her lips slightly, she felt that she heard the most incredible words in her life.
She pursed her lips, and while thinking about the authenticity of what Yuri said, she slowly walked to the easel and sat down.
Yuri suddenly closed his eyes, holding the brush in his left hand and the palette in his right hand.
It was just a habit he had before he started writing, Anna knew this.
When Yuri opened his eyes and started to write, Anna suddenly had the feeling that even though she was sitting here, she seemed to have disappeared from Yuri's eyes.
For some reason, she suddenly felt a sadness that she didn't understand... It seemed that she was the one who was abandoned.
…
…
In the luxurious manor, Yuri was waving his best paintbrush as if he was getting carried away.
Among the simple houses, the club owner who had just returned from his morning run was taking a rag and began to wipe it selectively on a ruined painting.
Of course, the only area that was wiped was the frame, which was stained by dissolved paint. As for the painting itself, it would probably only get worse the more it was wiped.
This is the ruined thing that was destroyed in the hotel last night. No matter who looks at it, it seems that it has completely lost its original value.
But even so, it should still have its historical value and it will not be lost because of this, but it is not real, so it was abandoned.
Just outside the wall of the hotel parking lot last night, it was ruthlessly destroyed by its original owner, ruthlessly abandoned by its subsequent owner, and then picked up like rubbish by the owner of the club.
"As expected, you are not a person who has been professionally painting for thirty years? It is simply impossible to repair it." Luo Qiu looked at the messy place that he couldn't fix, then looked at the rag in his hand, shook his head with some self-deprecation, and stretched out his hand.
Stretch.
So he gave up this stupid method, and then gently touched the damaged area of the painting with his palm.
The paints mixed with alcohol began to slowly separate, moving bit by bit, seeming to return to where they should have been.
When a little bit of alcohol that did not originally belong to the painting separated from the canvas and finally fell into a cup placed by the narrator, the abandoned painting had returned to its original appearance.
Luo Qiu looked at it and nodded with satisfaction.
