Riyu activated the prop, and the other person's hair color turned into a hypnotic silvery white, sticking wetly to his cheeks. The expression on his face seemed a little embarrassed. It looked very natural, without any trace of interpretation at all, but no one knew that this was

This is not another lie he made to avoid the topic and liven up the atmosphere.

It seems that no one can see through his ever-changing skin and understand the real himself that Wen Jianyan hides behind countless masks.

...Perhaps even Wen Jianyan himself has forgotten.

He is always laughing and scolding, always rational and calm, and is very good at making any cruel decisions. He seems to be born to grow wantonly in darkness, chaos and danger.

Or... he is just very good at putting on a cruel mask for any decision he makes.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

Yun Bilan spoke again.

Everyone turned and looked over.

Wen Jianyan said, "Huh? What?"

"There is something else on my face, right?" Yun Bilan said firmly.

When she just took off her mask, except for Wen Jianyan, who was best at hiding her emotions, everyone else's expressions changed more or less.

Everyone was startled and glanced at each other subconsciously.

Wen Jianyan nodded, "Yes."

He briefly described Yun Bilan's changes.

"That..." Huang Mao on the side raised his hand and said weakly: "Sister Bilan, don't worry, she's actually quite pretty..."

What he said was true.

At least it fits his fashionable aesthetic.

Yun Bilan ignored Huang Mao's "comfort".

She didn't seem surprised by this and just nodded: "...I see."

Just when her emotions exploded and her talent surged, Yun Bilan was in a clear state throughout the whole process.

During the whole process, she vaguely felt something...

The so-called "talent" of the anchors, this bonus from Mengtong, is not so much related to the "soul quality" of the anchors themselves, but rather... to their negative emotions, or the most paranoid personality among them.

part of the hook,

Yun Bilan subconsciously tightened her palms. The stinging sensation left by the thorns still seemed to remain there.

The embodiment of her talent was once the "Whip of Thorns", but with this outbreak of negative emotions, the embodiment of her talent evolved into the "Cage of Thorns".

It was like... her biggest nightmare had come true.

In the process of being entangled and restrained by thorns, it lingered, struggling to grab air, and was eventually covered, swallowed, and annihilated by more and more imprisonments.

Yun Bilan took a deep breath, looked at Wen Jianyan, and briefly described her feelings.

"…"

The smile on Wen Jianyan's face faded slightly and he spoke in a very soft voice.

"...Does it come from obsession?"

He raised his eyes, nodded, smiled, and the expression on his face was still clear: "I understand, thank you."

Yun Bilan stared at Wen Jianyan not far away, seemingly in a trance.

So, captain...

What is your talent?

Where do your paranoia and negative emotions come from?

Why do you always make conspiracy after conspiracy against everyone, even yourself, pushing everyone away, not letting anyone participate in your plans, and refusing to let anyone touch your true side?

Woolen cloth

Yun Bilan withdrew her gaze.

It doesn't matter.

No matter what the answer is, it cannot affect her decision.

Because Yun Bilan has made up her mind.

Her purpose was very clear, like clear lake water that could be seen to the bottom at a glance, and at this moment, her heart was as firm as a rock.

Almost subconsciously, Yun Bilan looked in Wen Jianyan's direction again.

The young man's profile appeared in the darkness. He seemed to be observing everything around him carefully, without realizing that he had also become the object of observation by others.

He is obviously fragile, timid, full of flaws, and dishonest, but he is wise, rational, brave, and gentle. In the thick darkness of the nightmare, he appears to be particularly dazzling, like a spark that symbolizes freedom and rebelliousness.

It allowed her to recognize this huge prison that once confused and even paralyzed her, and she regained her courage and determined to regain the unfettered future that once belonged to her.

Wen Jianyan looked at the painting shop in front of him.

The room was dark, and the rainy moisture filled the air, mixed with a faint fishy and rotten smell.

Contrary to expectations from the outside, the area here is unexpectedly large.

The flashlight in his hand alone can only illuminate a small area in front of him, while more of the surrounding areas are still hidden in the shadows and cannot be seen.

Wen Jianyan moved a few steps to the side, turned his phone, and looked at the wall next to him.

On the wall, one after another, some large and some small, were hung high and low, densely packed on the wall, extending into the shadows in the distance.

Different from the portraits outside with blurred facial features and pale faces, all the portraits here have faces.

There were men and women, old and young. Faces with different expressions looked out from the depths of darkness. They looked lifelike, like living people. Seeing them suddenly in such an environment made people feel shocked.

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However, Wen Jianyan noticed that the frames of these paintings seemed to be different.

Some frames are red and eye-catching, but some of the frames are very dark maroon. Under the slightly shaking light of the flashlight, they show a gray color. If they are exposed to wind and rain, and become mottled,

It's very similar to the picture frames with portraits of the residents in the shop and Xingkai Hotel.

As for those scarlet frames…

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and flashed through his mind the portraits he had seen hanging in the shop on the third floor of the [Changsheng Building] instance.

The frames of those oil paintings are all of a very similar scarlet color. However, compared with the ones in front of you, the frames in the Changlan Building are a little older. The paint on the frames is slightly peeled off, as if it has been used.

It's been a long time.

Could it be said that all the "paintings" in these two copies came from this painting shop?

While he was thinking, the heat of the brand on his lower abdomen became more and more impossible to ignore. Wen Jianyan frowned and tugged at the hem of his shirt without leaving a trace.

Ever since he rushed into the painting shop, the brand had begun to heat up. At first, Wen Jianyan could pretend not to feel it, but as time went by, it became increasingly difficult to ignore it.

However, no matter how hot the brand was, Wen Jianyan could not react in any way.

It would be okay if this was a courtyard similar to the previous dungeon, but now although they have entered a similar ghost moth, the nightmare has never shown any signs of disconnection, and the live broadcast connection has always been very stable, which means that

, this is still an area that nightmares can monitor.

In Nightmare's view, he should have "killed" Wu Zhu by now.

Instead of keeping this "bug" in captivity in the Ouroboros Ring like now, planning to one day give the nightmare a fatal blow.

Therefore, even if he knew that the fragments of Wu Zhu were probably deep inside the painting shop, Wen Jianyan could not act rashly immediately.

He turned his head, looked at Yun Bilan, and asked, "Did the Black team do anything here just now?"

After all, before this, Yun Bilan had always acted with the Black team, and to them, Yun Bilan was a dying person, so they might not set up defenses against her. After all, dead people will not leak secrets.

of.

Yun Bilan shook her head, her voice slightly muffled by the mask:

"It's a pity that when we act together, the other party is always very cautious and never explores any clues or completes any key operations in front of me."

After all, Black is a senior anchor. Although in their view, Yun Bilan, as a tool, is certain to die, but even if there is only a slight possibility, they will not expose their true intentions to her.

Wen Jianyan was a little disappointed.

However, before he could say anything, Yun Bilan continued: "But..."

"Um?"

Wen Jianyan perked up and turned to look over.

For him, as long as he can get even a little clue, it may bring unexpected help.

Just listen to Yun Bilan continue to say; "However, after entering the painting shop, the black team did not have so much energy to guard against me. Although I still did not see much content, I remember that the gentleman always seemed to have something in his hand.

With a piece of old-looking kraft paper..."

Wait a minute, kraft paper

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a moment.
To be continued...