Blood Race Little Milk Bag: I became a group pet by punching in

Chapter 203 The Mysterious Oil Painting
Xiaotuanzi swallowed subconsciously, and walked in tentatively.

She pressed her body against the wall on the left side, reached out and groped upwards for a while, trying to find the light in the room.

But he forgot that he was a little short, so even if there was a switch, he couldn't press it.

The vision in the room was dim, and only the outlines could be seen clearly.

The opposite window was completely shaded by long, heavy curtains.

There was no smell in the air.

You must know that when Lingluo was looking for her papa, she was choked on dust when she passed through some unlocked rooms, making her very embarrassed.

Some of them are utility rooms. It seems that no one has visited them for too long. Although they are filled with some strange things, most of them don’t know their use.

Lingluo poked the shelf a little bit, and it collapsed. Fortunately, the direction was not facing her side.

Otherwise, I would be dead by now.

"Uncle, Luoluo is a little scared."

【Baby, let's go, it's so dark, it means your daddy is definitely not here. 】

049 originally wanted to persuade Zai Zai to leave.

If you're afraid, don't stay here.

But Xiaotuanzi shook his head, stepped out of his chubby legs tremblingly, and ran towards the curtain at a faster speed.

She reached out and grabbed the corner of the curtain and yanked it, then ran to the right.

The setting sun came into view, along with the flying dust.

Lingluo coughed a few times, stretched out her hand to wave the dust, and repeated the same trick, opening the curtain on the other side.

The darkness suddenly disappeared.

I don't know what kind of material the white curtains are made of. She feels extraordinarily thick, and it doesn't see through at all.

The overall layout of the room is monotonous, with a white and depressive style.

The furniture is so simple that I don't know what to say, there is only a white sofa that is big enough to lie on.

There is not a trace of dust on it, as if someone has come here recently.

The strange thing is that all the walls are covered by long white curtains, as if there is some secret hidden behind it.

In the diagonal corner not far from the sofa is something covered by a white cloth, which looks like a shelf in outline.

I have to mention that the owner of this room must have obsessive-compulsive disorder, almost everything is matching white.

Even the ground is no exception.

Xiaotuanzi took a deep breath, his heart beating rapidly.

A room that is so pure white that there are no other colors can give people the greatest fear, and even the space seems to be enlarged.

This experience is like accidentally falling into another world.

If you don't look out the window from time to time, there will really be a fear and worry of being swallowed by white.

Luoluo is not afraid, it doesn't matter.

Lingluo kept comforting herself, and pulled towards the nearest object covered by the white cloth.

The pure white easel has only a piece of white paper.

There seems to be nothing, but if you look closely, you will find some rough outlines drawn on the paper with some kind of paint close to the color of the paper.

The handwriting was so scribbled that it was impossible to see what was drawn.

"Did Papa draw this?"

Xiaotuanzi thought secretly, Papa had been alone in Dusk Castle before.

Both she and Sister Ah Jing came here later, so it was impossible to paint or anything.

The sofa has traces of use, and some things have been drawn here, which means that Papa must have been here not long ago.

[I just don't know if it was Bai Xiaochen or Bai Mochen who drew it. 】

049 can't put this kind of thing on any of them at all, who has ever seen a villain who likes to draw.

This kind of self-cultivation is not in line with your ruthless status, okay?
Although it can't be seen what was painted, but it can be sure that this rubbish painting skill is definitely the scum of the scum.

Lingluo walked to a wall and opened the curtain from left to right.

There is a sliding mechanism on the ceiling, so it doesn't take much effort to pull the curtains.

At this moment, the first wall completely revealed its true face.

Her footsteps could not help but stop in place.

Those ruby-colored eyes were full of disbelief and shock.

"Is this... a painting?"

Xiaotuanzi thought that the wall behind the curtain would be pure white, but he didn't expect the whole wall to be covered with thick oil paint.

Strong colors collide with fierce fireworks.

It should be an abstract painting, but it is extraordinarily vivid and realistic.

The huge and simple ginkgo tree occupies one-third of the entire wall, and the golden leaves are fluttering down.

Red and delicate roses surround it.

Lingluo had seen this scene in Bai Xiaochen's spiritual world before.

If she didn't know that it was a painting, she would have thought that she was really there.

But the only difference is that there are more things in this painting.

The boy was wearing shabby clothes and knelt in front of the ginkgo tree, a golden ginkgo leaf fell on his shoulder, and his long dark hair fell to the ground.

Even if only a back was exposed, Xiaotuanzi had already guessed who this person was.

Papa...

She silently read these two words, feeling a little puzzled and doubtful.

Why draw this down.

dong dong dong.

Footsteps suddenly sounded from outside the door.

Lingluo was immersed in her thoughts and didn't pay attention to the external situation.

049 also looked at the painting on the wall in shock. Although it seemed to be quite normal, it always felt that something was wrong and couldn't tell what was wrong.

It's weird anyway.

"Who told you to move this?"

Xiaotuanzi felt that his body was suddenly suspended in the air, and someone's deep voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

She was so frightened that she remained motionless, and lowered her head guiltily.

Bai Mochen frowned, rarely showing a trace of anger, but quickly restrained his emotions again.

He clamped Lingluo under his arm, and covered the easel with the white cloth again.

He didn't draw the curtains on the wall covered with photo oil paintings in the first place. Instead, he first covered the place where the sunlight came in.

Just as Bai Mochen drew the curtain halfway, the original oil painting showed some slight changes in the gradually dim environment.

If you observe carefully, you can find that the boy's straight waist is bent, as if he is digging something out of the ground with his hands.

And suddenly a small shadow appeared under the huge ginkgo tree.

The countless roses were less and gradually covered by some black shadows, like the outline of some kind of creature.

049 looked at the scene in front of him in horror, and his back felt cold.

Did you see it wrong?
At this point, the room was back in darkness, and it hadn't had time to confirm whether what it saw was real.

Bai Mochen had already pulled the curtains quickly, and went out with Xiaotuanzi.

He locked the door by the way so that no one would enter by mistake next time.

No matter how you look at it, this behavior feels wrong.

(End of this chapter)