In the dungeon game, I subdued all the monsters with my strength.

Jiang Yingbai took back the painting and scanned the half-open bedroom. No one was inside. She didn't know when the girl left. She wanted to be bold and said, "Can you save that girl?"

The painter was about to leave, but after hearing these words, he instantly became interested. After chatting for nearly 10 minutes, Jiang Yingbai's tone and expression remained calm. He thought they were the same kind of people, without sympathy, let alone strangers. People plead for mercy.

Thinking about it, the painter said jokingly, "I misjudged you. It turns out you are a good person. Why do you want to save her?"

Jiang Yingbai ignored his sarcasm and said calmly, "She works hard, she should have a chance."

Sure enough, all good people say the same thing. The painter asked with a half-smile, a nasty smile, "Don't you think she is guilty? She deserves to die, doesn't she?"

Jiang Yingbai shook his head.

Painter, "So many people died because of her, she should be responsible."

"You are also guilty. You are the one who brings disasters, sends disasters, knows everything, and induces others to commit crimes. You, the instigator, have no connection with each other," Jiang Yingbai replied.

She emphasized the word "you" and told him not to double standard.

The painter was not annoyed, he just chuckled and left the room, "Well... okay."

Is this a rejection?It didn't look like much, so Jiang Yingbai didn't understand what he meant.

Jiang Yingbai stopped him, "Wait a minute, what did you do in the square before? Is that woman still alive?"

The painter didn't look back, "No comment."

The answer was expected. She didn't expect him to tell her. She just wanted to confirm whether he was in the square just now. As for the woman, she thought she was dead.

The gloomy sky was darker than when I went out.

stab la -

The portrait of the girl was torn up by her.

Breakup perspective, the girl is lying on the bed, lifeless.

stab la -

The princess bed painting was torn up, and the two paintings were thrown into the trash can together. Jiang Yingbai was silent when he looked at the remaining paintings of women.

The girl's chest rose and fell slightly, her pale face turned red, her eyelashes fluttered slightly and she opened her eyes.

"Cough cough cough-"

The clone's eyes moved slightly, and then she thought of something, and the main body rushed to the door.

Bright and large, half of the woman's body fell in a pool of blood, and the blood on her neck spread crazily outwards. One hand was holding a knife stained with blood, and the other hand was holding a letter full of words.

Her face was serene, completely different from her appearance during the day. The woman had committed suicide, and death might be a relief for her.

Is this his purpose?
Just to tease her?

The painter was standing next to her, smiling at her. He didn't leave. He was waiting for her. He was waiting to see her expression. He expected that her reaction would be to stare in disbelief, then rush to him and question him. .

It's a pity that Jiang Yingbai didn't even frown, let alone look at him, but looked to his side.

There was a man leaning against the wall and looking at the sky. The man was exuding sadness. In anime, he definitely looked like his whole body was wrapped in black energy.

Suddenly, the painter's hands naturally dropped and his head lowered, like a robot on standby.

"Why are you here?"

She didn't ask about his identity, but the implication was that she knew he was a painter.

The painter glanced at the woman and said, "Send this woman over," while covering up the sound of her walking.

Jiang Yingbai asked, "Are her paintings still useful?" A trace of pride flashed in the painter's eyes, and he inspected every expression on her face, trying to find a trace of anger or sadness, but unfortunately the face remained indifferent, "Of course, as long as If you think about it, not a drop of blood will be left on the ground."

Just like the smile on his face, it is impeccable and never changes.

It turns out that this is the purpose of women's paintings.

At that moment, Jiang Yingbai felt that he was disgusting, and the painting was specially reserved for her to hold the corpse.

Jiang Yingbai asked, "The source of the seed is in her?"

The painter nodded, "Yes, the instigator and the uninformed person are not guilty, and the murderer paid with his life. What is the ending?"

Jiang Yingbai replied, "The best ending."

After hearing this, the painter took Gur into the darkness, and their figures gradually disappeared.

Jiang Yingbai lowered her head and stared at the body on the ground, then picked up the letter paper on the ground. The letter paper was well protected, with no wrinkles or blood stains at all. She did not read the words on it, and her perspective shifted to the clone. The girl's bright eyes stared at her. Like a new flame, hot and dazzling.

This is the vitality of girls.

She felt that her body was full of strength and she was very sure that her illness was cured, but she couldn't be happy. Curing her illness meant that a lot of people died for her.

What's the point of getting a new life by stepping on a bunch of people? What's there to be happy about? She would rather die.

Jiang Yingbai took out the woman's suicide note from the system, "It's over, no more people will die."

The girl lowered her head and stared at the letter. She was silent for a long time. Any fool knew what was there. She didn't move, and neither did Jiang Yingbai. Jiang Yingbai had always been very patient when facing these things.

For a long time, the girl took a deep breath. The things in front of her were blurry. The light from the lighting props in Jiang Yingbai's hand flickered unclearly. Wet, hot liquid fell straight from the corners of her eyes. In the end, she couldn't hold back her tears.

She lowered her head, her tears hitting the ground and spreading into a small patch of ashes. She murmured, "Why wasn't I the one who died?"

Jiang Yingbai said, "Because she wants you to live, because she will have an uneasy conscience, because you are clean, because she wants to take on everything, because you deserve to live, because she is your mother, and because she loves you."

She was stunned for a moment and didn't speak for a long time.

Yes, just like Jiang Yingbai said, because she loves her.

Jiang Yingbai continued, "So, you have to live well, happily, and work hard. You are her hope, you are her life, and you are everything to her."

The girl took the letter from her hand and held it tightly in her arms. It was the most precious treasure in the world.

The girl had a strength that was completely inconsistent with her age. In just a few seconds, she returned to normal, with only a faint trace of tears telling what had just happened.

She bowed deeply to Jiang Yingbai, "Thank you, thank you very much."

Jiang Yingbai waved her hand, indicating that she didn't have to do this. She took out the woman's painting and said, "Your mother is in there. As long as you think about it, she will come out."

She took the painting solemnly and bowed again to thank her.

Jiang Yingbai thought for a moment and rubbed her head, "It's over. You have to be strong and don't blame yourself for things that are not your fault."

Let's take a shot first to prevent the girl from being confused. After all, not everyone is like her and has no emotions.

And the matter is not over yet. Julian has not officially made his move yet. He is more troublesome than the painter. He may destroy the town if he makes a move.

The girl nodded, very well behaved.

Jiang Yingbai warned again, "Don't go out recently, pay more attention to the news outside, and only go out when you must."

The girl nodded again, "Don't worry, I will, and I will definitely live well."

Only then did Jiang Yingbai come out of the cellar, put a few free coins on the table, and left this damp and cold place.