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Unlike the imaginary treatment that would be badly treated, she was treated like a princess… except for freedom.
Anna opened a small corner of the curtain and looked at the outside environment – just below the room, two men were guarding, and similarly, outside the door of the room, there were also handles.
The clothes on her body have already been replaced by the maid’s tough attitude, and the whole body has been checked one side.
Anna has no way to contact Ye Feim, and there is no way to contact the outside world. So her current situation is: forbidden.
She didn’t even know if Yefim had seen the appearance of Yuri through the brooch she had on her body—the brooch was destroyed on her way to the manor.
It’s the staff of Decca Family, or Yuri’s men…but, Yuri’s men?
Shouldn’t he just be a painter who wanders on the streets and is unhappy? His identity has long been investigated and it is clear.
Is there something wrong with it?
The door of the room, at this time, was suddenly opened. Anna turned around vigilantly, looking at the door when the door was open, and both hands grabbed Yuri on the threshold.
Really Yuri.
“You are waiting outside.” Yuri turned back and said.
Anna clearly saw a few more rigorous men outside the door. They nodded and said nothing, but when they looked at her, there was no good taste.
Yuri closed the door.
He stuck it on the door of the room, didn’t come up for a while, didn’t talk, just looked at Anna quietly – which made her more guessless what he wanted to do.
“Is it restable last night?” Yuri suddenly smiled with a smile: “This room should be the best one besides my.”
Anna kept as calm as possible. “If I want to be easy to go, Mr. Yuri, you should not feel too good.”
“You call me Mr. Yuri?” Yuri shook his head. He seemed to think of something. He finally took a step and moved toward the corner of the room: the cloakroom.
He opened one of the closets and picked the clothes inside, and casually said: “But there is no easy place to be isn’t that so? I slept very well last night, there are two beautiful girls holding me… …well, I think last night must be the best I have ever slept recently.”
“Yes? That’s a congratulation to you.” Anna said to Yuri.
The distance between the two is the distance from the window to the closet – almost the farthest distance the room can find. Anna’s hands were behind her back, and she slowly pulled a toothbrush from her sleeve.
The handle of the toothbrush has been cut off, and the broken end is even sharpened – this is probably the most meaningful Anna has done since she woke up, and she has a cheap sense of security.
Finally, Yuri chose a suit from the closet. He held it in front of him and looked at Anna, said with a slight smile: “Do you like this dress?”
Anna slightly frowned: “It seems that you are going to let me wear it.”
“You are still the same smart.” Yuri looked at each other with approval. He put his clothes on the bed, but didn’t talk more, went straight to the door. “When someone will bring you out, I hope that you have changed clothes when you are… Right, don’t do anything unnecessary. Honestly. Say, I really don’t want to see you wearing a weapon.”
He said, pointing to the corner of the room and pointing to his own eyes.
This makes Anna subconsciously think of Ye Feim… that is also a person who likes to hide in the dark and peep at everything. Anna took a deep breath, and when Yuri left, he reached out and pressed the window sill.
She was a little ugly, looking at the clothes on the bed… It feels so bad now.
Worse, however, she couldn’t figure out what Yuri wanted to do.
……
“time to eat.”
A man came in with a plate of food – this is the basement of the manor. Or call it a dungeon to be more suitable? Yelgo thought.
This is probably not a proud experience.
As a national police officer, he and Victor are currently trapped in this place by the mobs – but what is even worse is that the man who comes in with food is not moving towards them.
He is just giving food to another guard who has been guarding them.
I haven’t eaten since last night, even Yelgo without drinking water… so hungry!
The cloth wrapped around his mouth, and even made him unable to talk to Victor. Even Victor is right next to him.
But both of them were on the wall.
“Don’t kill these two guys?” The person who sent the food sat down casually and asked his companion.
The companion shrugged: “Boss said to keep it first. But Mr. Guan Jia also said that they tried to escape…”
He showed the grinning hideously, using the dagger on his hand, slowly smearing across his neck, it seems that if this happens, it is the most anticipated.
It’s the worst thing! Yelgo shrinks his gaze… He feels that he is still not mature enough, and the fear of his mind almost makes his mind explode.
Maybe he should learn a good way to learn Mr. Victor, he seems to be relatively calm. Yelgo subconsciously move towards Victor, he found…
Victor lowered his head…sleeping and falling asleep! ? ?
Oh shit!
So hungry! !
But the young Detective Yelgo didn’t know that his own experience was falling into two different sights at the moment – the owners of the two sights, and now they were able to peek into the mantle situation. The little window left.
Because this manor is a place that should not stay in the same place for a long time.
One of the sight owners even had to worry about it at this time: “Vera, shouldn’t you really plan to steal the painting from here?”
“Stealing? No…” The owner of the other line of sight shook his head, said indifferently: “Stolen, we don’t see any plans for the owner of the manor?”
“It is true to say this… wait for me, wait…” Vika had to hurry and hold his mouth, for fear of making a louder voice, busy with this, always walking in front. Back view.
……
“Boss, Miss Anna brought it.”
“You know, let’s go out first.” Yuri nodded and said.
“Okay, boss.”
In the open room, there was only Yuri and Anna left. Yuri looked at Anna wearing a new dress and smiled with said with a smile: “You really fit this dress.”
Unlike Yuri, Anna was looking at every part of the room… she finally looked at Yuri.
The easel, the brush, and the tools that are placed are some of the tools for painting… The paper has already painted a lot of things, so Anna recognizes it at a glance, and what Yuri painted is exactly exactly it.
She frowns, subconsciously: “No wonder you also want to auction “Portrait of an Unknown Woman”… you are planning to draw another pair!”
Yuri took up the brush, didn’t look at Anna, just mixed the paint intently, said indifferently: “Come to accompany me, you can always give me inspiration, let me know, where should I write the best fit. I need to hurry Some time, after all, I have to do a special year to deal with.”
Anna stunned: “You caught me just to let me paint with you?”
Yuri looked at Anna, and he couldn’t see what his feelings were on his face. Anna felt like she was looking at the man who had had the closest relationship with her through the ice.
She suddenly felt so vague.
Yuri stretched make a move and pressed it on his lips, making a squeaking gesture. “Don’t talk, just stay with me quietly… How much money this painting can finally auction, will be Belongs to you.”
Anna… Anna slightly spread her lips, and she felt that she had heard the most incredible words of her life.
She licked her lips and thought about the authenticity of the words Yuri said, and slowly walked over to the easel and sat down.
Yuri suddenly closed his eyes and left hand brushed the right hand palette.
It’s just a habit before he started writing, and Anna knows this.
When Yuri opened her eyes and started to write, Anna suddenly had a feeling—even if she sat here, but Yuri’s eyes seemed to have lost her.
Somehow, she suddenly had a sadness that she did not know. She was the one who was abandoned.
……
……
Inside the luxurious manor, Yuri is forgotten to wave the best brush.
Among the simple houses, the Club boss, who had just returned from the morning, was also wearing a rag and began to selectively wipe it off on a painting that had been destroyed.
Of course, the place to wipe is just on the frame, where the pigment is dissolved. As for the painting itself, it will probably only get worse.
This was the one that was ruined in the hotel last night – something that has been ruined, no matter who it seems, it seems to have completely lost the value it should have.
Even so, it should have lost its historical value and it will not be lost – but it is not true, so it was abandoned.
Just outside the wall where the hotel parked the parking lot last night, it was ruthlessly destroyed by its original owner, ruthlessly abandoned by its later owners, and then smashed back by the club’s boss.
“Sure enough, it’s not a person who has been painting for thirty years? It’s impossible to fix it.” Luo Qiu looked at the chaos where he couldn’t start, looked at the rag in his hand, and shook his head and shook his head. Stretching.
So he gave up this stupid way, and then the palm of his hand gently touched the place where the oil painting was destroyed.
The pigments that were mixed by the alcohol began to slowly separate, moving little by little, seemingly to return to where they were supposed to be.
When a little bit of alcohol, which was not originally part of the painting, was separated from the canvas and finally fell into a cup placed in the narration, the abandoned painting had returned to its original appearance.
Luo Qiu looked at it and nodded with satisfaction.
The water has been collected.
(End of this chapter)
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