Yes, although it sounds incredible...but the painting did bleed.
In other words, it might be blood.
The knife flew out and pierced her chest and abdomen. It was like it was really pierced into the chest and abdomen of a real person. Dark red liquid continued to flow downward from the blade of the kitchen knife, dripping on the ground.
“Ahhhhh——”
The woman in the painting suddenly let out a painful and hysterical scream.
The moment he heard the sound, Annan suddenly felt an extremely strong headache mixed with sleepiness and irritability... To use an analogy, it was like being knocked down by someone next door or upstairs after only three hours of sleep.
The sound of the decoration drill bit woke me up.
And it's to the point where you can feel your own bed vibrating - even more intense.
Annan felt his eyes blurred, and his head felt dizzy.
But there was no boredom on Annan's face, no fear or anger at being attacked...
Only excitement.
He smiled happily and without hesitation took out another kitchen knife from behind, stood up and approached.
He held the kitchen knife in his backhand and stabbed the woman in the painting hard in the face.
Pfft——
After a strange, dull sound, another bright red droplet gushes out from the new wound and slowly drips downward...
But not before the dark red traces drip out of the painting.
Annan took hold of the second kitchen knife and pulled it out with force.
I saw bright red traces splashing out and falling on Annan's face - the fair and lovely face belonging to Elle Morrison, which looked particularly shiny.
"Can I still scream..."
Annan murmured, and the smile on his lips became more and more cheerful: "What about this..."
As he spoke, he continued to pull out the kitchen knife with all his strength, and then stabbed it with all his strength into the portrait's mouth, throat, eyes, forehead, hands, and the background where there was no portrait.
What made Annan a little disappointed was that even if he pierced the mouth of the portrait and cut its throat, he could not stop the scream of the portrait; when he pierced the eyeball, no liquid similar to the color of the eyeball burst out, but still
It's that kind of deep red liquid that feels cold and slippery...it will "bleed" even when it pierces a background without people.
But it's not blood. It just looks like blood.
The color of real blood should be darker than that.
And as Annan held the kitchen knife in both hands and cut repeatedly, the screams of the portrait became smaller and smaller. Finally, there was no movement.
Annan was a little disappointed, shook off the blood-red droplets on his hand, and wiped his face again.
"...Damn it, my clothes are dirty."
Annan murmured: "You won't be discovered by Amos, right?"
His tone and tone when he said this were more and more similar to Ai Lei. If Amos had been outside the door at this time, there would never be any doubt about his identity.
After reading Ailei's diary, Annan gained a deeper understanding of imitating Ailei:
She usually does not call Amos "Father", but usually calls him by his first name "Amos". Before, Elle called him Dad, it seemed that she was just expressing her dissatisfaction...
"What an annoying thing."
Annan sighed softly, stretched out his hand and smeared the red liquid on his hand and kitchen knife that was similar to blood but felt as greasy as oil on the portrait that was no longer screaming.
Originally, this painting seemed to be alive.
If we say that the portrait of Elle that Amos painted before is as real as a photo.
Then this screaming painting seemed to have a soul. Ailei just looked at it from a distance and couldn't even determine whether it was a painting or whether there was a person watching here hidden behind the transparent window.
Real person.
But because of this... it seems a bit scary.
Because it is so much like a real person - it has exceeded a limit and has become terrifying.
...But now, it has lost that soul and has become ordinary. It is like an ordinary portrait. At first glance, it will no longer give rise to the illusion of "why is there a person hidden here?"
But at this moment, Annan's footsteps suddenly stopped.
He vaguely heard... the sound of someone taking a key to open the door downstairs.
...Damn it, I still didn’t catch up.
Is it because I was delayed for fifteen minutes...
When Annan thought of this, he quickly ran back to the desk and put the two books he had read back to their original places.
He looked at the third book "The Curse and Seal of the Soul" that he had not yet had time to read, and hesitated for a moment.
"...Take it away."
He made up his mind.
After all, the painting is broken. If Amos comes back to this room, he will definitely notice the problem. Then it makes no difference whether the book is still here or not.
So Annan reached out and shuffled the original row of "The Curse and Seal of the Soul" so that the gap with an empty book was less conspicuous. Then he tucked it into his clothes.
...Fortunately, Ailei's figure is relatively modest and does not take up a lot of space on her top.
This is the kind of humility and tolerance that even if a thick book is crammed in, there will still be a lot of space.
Then Annan patted her chest and made sure that the book would not fall out easily. Then she pinned the smaller kitchen knife back to her waist. She returned to the portrait, held the first large kitchen knife that flew over, and pressed it hard.
Pulled it out.
He looked at the picture frame, which had become tattered and covered in red paint, and was silent for a while.
Then turn it over and put it back in place.
"That way Amos won't notice it at first glance..."
Annan murmured, quickly opened the study door and ran back to his room.
From the time he heard the door open until he ran back to his room, it only took less than ten seconds.
Then he took out the book and put it under the pillow. He also took out several kitchen knives and put them in the dressing table. Then he took off his "blood-stained clothes", randomly folded them into a ball, and stuffed them into
In the closet.
After that, he took out another long skirt.
--But don't put it on yet.
Annan pretended to put on clothes, but stopped midway and stopped moving.
Then he kept doing this until Amos opened his room - he deliberately did not close the door.
Sure enough, soon he heard footsteps getting closer and closer.
Only then did Annan start to get dressed.
"Ai Lei, I'm back - oh, I'm sorry..."
"Please go out first, Mr. Amos!"
Annan pretended to be angry, turned around and shouted loudly: "Go to the restaurant and wait for me, I will be out soon -"
Seeing Amos leave in embarrassment, Annan's face turned expressionless again.
That's fine.
As long as Annan does this and says this, he can control that Amos will neither search Elle's room immediately nor rush back to the study...
This is Annan's simple method of manipulating people's hearts. A conversational technique that even ordinary people can master.
Yes, I am just an ordinary ordinary person. Therefore, I must be more careful.