Chapter 75
One of the personal servants almost jumped up when he saw the protruding face: "Draw! Draw!"
Lu Jiamu held up his glasses, examined the painting carefully, and remained silent for a moment.
Seeing that it was just sticking out of the frame, twisting and turning like it was screaming, and no breakthrough was seen, he said, "If the anomaly in the manor has remained at the same level as before, it is impossible that no one who came in before has ever left alive."
This is really disturbing.
"Will it come out and bite us soon?"
"Maybe?" Lu Jiamu took off his glasses and listened to the knock on the door. "The servants on night shift outside may still be observing us. If we don't turn off the lights, they will know that we are still awake."
Wang Biao, who was closest to the light switch, nodded and turned off the light. The knocking on the door continued for a few seconds and then stopped.
In the darkness of the room, no one fell asleep.
A moment later, a personal servant sleeping on the floor began breathing heavily and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Did you feel...something coming? I feel like there's something in front of me..."
Someone answered him: "I don't think so."
There was silence for a moment, and the personal servant who had just said that he felt something spoke again anxiously: "No...it seems like there is really something..."
Lu Jiamu tried to comfort him: "Don't panic, the door is closed. I checked it."
But the personal servant was already panicking: "That painting!"
However, although there was something wrong with the painting before the lights were turned off, it was just a face protruding from the frame, but it was far from being able to get right in front of them.
What was going on? He began to recall the last time the painting appeared in his retina. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the painting was really scary. Especially since he hadn't seen it clearly just now.
The unknown creatures that could not be seen in the darkness but whose presence was so felt made him feel so uneasy that he had no chance to calm down.
It was as if there was something in front of him, with a breath, and a cool air hit his face.
If only there were a little light...if only there were a little light, I could feel at ease.
The personal servant was farthest from the light switch, so instead of going over to turn on the light, he pulled a box of matches from his pocket.
Before others could react and stop him, he had already quickly taken out a match and lit it. In that faint light, he saw a pale face, which curled its lips at him.
Lu Jiamu also saw that the face that had originally only slightly protruded from the picture frame had now stretched out like a piece of stretched chewing gum, twisting and turning all the way in front of the personal servant.
The moment the match was lit, it spread out, and then the light of the match went out.
Although there was no sound, there was no doubt that the person being found must have met with an accident.
A few seconds later, Lu Jiamu also felt something reaching out in front of him, breathing in and out.
He didn't immediately reach out to feel it, nor did he try to find out what it was. He just said, "Don't turn on the light."
It took quite some time for the servant in front to say something was coming and for the match to suddenly go out. At least tonight, the painting might not be that powerful. If there are any questions, we have to wait until daytime to explore them.
Wang Biao, an experienced driver, is well versed in the routine and of course he would not turn on the light rashly. Yu Leng also quietly shrank into the quilt which was said to be able to withstand both physical damage and magical damage.
Lu Jiamu pretended not to notice anything wrong and closed his eyes silently.
By four or five in the morning, it was already light outside, allowing them to see the outlines of things in the room.
The painting hanging in the room has returned to normal, but the personal servant who lit the match at night has disappeared completely.
Lu Jiamu guessed that it was already daytime, so he put on his glasses again, got up from the bed, walked to the painting hanging on the wall and began to observe it.
The person in the painting has returned to his original posture, but the painting has changed from a single bust to a double portrait.
On the other side of the painting, there appeared a very realistic painting of a man holding a match, looking at the original person in the painting from a distance.
Lu Jiamu pinched his chin: "He's here."
Seeing that Lu Jiamu had gotten out of bed and was walking around the room, and that nothing seemed to have happened, the other people thought that day had come and came over to see the painting.
Lu Jiamu said with a somewhat regretful tone: "It's his fault that he insisted on knowing things we shouldn't know."
Several people here were already sleepless. They had lost another collaborator, and according to the hostess, today was the day Batty would start school, so things would be even busier.
They went to call the three people who lived in another room.
After some simple preparations, the group took the menus and began to prepare for today's breakfast.
Standing in front of the cold storage, the chef girl took a deep breath nervously, then took out the key and opened the lock of the cold storage door.
The scene that she was most worried about did not happen. The meat in the cold storage was still hanging there intact, and there was no strange figure in sight.
There were no mice. Even the one that was hacked to death by the cook girl yesterday had disappeared.
Before entering the door, several people had already agreed that Wang Biao would guard the gate to prevent rats today, while the others would go in to chop the pork.
As a core armed member of the team, Wang Biao's combat effectiveness is not inferior to Kouman, but his pure strength is much weaker.
It would be a shame not to use a great talent like Coleman to make some money.
However, within a few minutes, Wei Xiaoyan, who was dividing the meat, suddenly shouted, "There's a rat!"
When Coleman heard this, he immediately rushed over with a kitchen knife in hand, and bumped into a monster with a rat head and a human body. He chopped it in half with a swing of the knife, and then looked towards the direction of the cold storage door.
"Why are there still mice?"
Wang Biao heard the noise inside and hurriedly closed the door. As he walked in, he assured everyone, "I have been watching outside the whole time. It is absolutely true that nothing came in."
Several people looked at the dead rat on the ground in confusion: "Could it be that this thing was born in the cold storage?"
The cook girl said distressedly and fearfully: "It ate a lot of meat again!"
Wang Biao patted her on the shoulder and said, "You guys continue to prepare. I'll take a look around here."
The others nodded and continued with their work, while Wang Biao walked back and forth in the cold storage to inspect.
After a while, the sound of chasing and making noise came again from the other side of the warehouse.
It didn't last long before Wang Biao came back with a bloody kitchen knife: "There are other rats."
The cook girl asked, "Did it eat the meat?"
"I ate." Wang Biao nodded, "But not much. Hurry up, I'll continue to look over here."
The work of several people was nearing completion, and they quickly put the ingredients on the cart.
After hesitating for a moment, the chef girl picked up the mouse that was caught and chopped to death by Wang Biao, put it on the cart, then hurried out of the warehouse and locked the door nervously.
Yesterday they were busy in the cold storage from beginning to end and only saw one mouse, but today they saw two.
The rate at which rats appear is increasing, which is definitely not a good sign.
Before coming out, Lu Jiamu had secretly counted the amount of remaining pork in the warehouse.
In the two visits, the three mice had already eaten nearly a day's supply of meat. If this continued, the supply of meat in the cold storage would soon be insufficient.
The cook girl must have noticed this as well. She followed them back to the kitchen anxiously. After hesitating for a long time, she picked up the dead rat.
If you associate this half-human, half-rat monster with food, it will make you feel strangely uncomfortable. However, if the meat in the cold storage continues to be consumed in this way, it will obviously not be enough. There is really no way.
Rat meat, of course, could not be fed to the employer's family. The cook said tremblingly while chopping the meat: "Today... today we will feed the dogs with rat meat."
This morning it was Lu Jiamu's turn to feed the three vicious dogs. He nodded: "Okay."
The cook girl prepared the dog food, put the meat in a bowl, and handed it to Lu Jiamu.
This time it was Coleman's turn to play assist. She followed Lu Jiamu out of the villa and came to the doghouse behind the manor.
Neither of them spoke. After looking at each other, Coleman rushed into the doghouse and jumped on the dog's head.
The three-headed dog, which had just woken up, was suddenly startled and furious. All its attention was drawn to her, and it immediately used its remaining two heads to bite her.
Lu Jiamu immediately ran in with the basin in his hand, just like he did last time when feeding the dog.
Compared with Wang Biao, Kouman was more violent and powerful. He held the dog's head tightly and attracted more attention from Lu Jiamu, creating more time.
Lu Jiamu poured all the meat in the bowl into the dog food bowl very smoothly, then turned around and ran out.
Coleman waited until he ran out of the kennel before jumping off the three-headed dog.
Both men came out of the kennel and watched the three-headed dog raging helplessly for a moment from afar, then turned around and went back to sniff their own dog food bowls.
However, this time it did not eat the meat after simply sniffing it. Instead, it raised all three heads high, then kicked over the dog food bowl with one paw, and the meat inside spilled all over the ground.
It rushed back to the edge of the kennel and began to snarl at the two men.
Coleman frowned: "It doesn't eat?"
"It may have smelled that it was rat meat." Lu Jiamu pinched his chin. "If it gets hungry, or if the employer finds out that we are feeding it rat meat, we will probably be fired on the spot. I don't know if the dog will complain."
Coleman nodded: "We'll clean up later. Let's go back and get another pot of meat."
When the two of them returned, breakfast was almost ready.
The cook girl heard what happened with the three-headed dog and felt very embarrassed. She apologized immediately: "I'm sorry. I didn't expect it wouldn't eat."
When the chef was cutting the meat, she deliberately cut the lower half of the rat which was closer to a human's body. She thought that the three-headed dog would not be disgusted with its cannibalistic look.
Coleman touched her and signaled that it was okay.
Fortunately, when preparing the ingredients, they prepared the normal amount of meat, and the chef girl only had an idea to drag a mouse at the last minute. Now, although the three-headed dog doesn't eat it, they don't have to go into the cold storage again for this.
The chef licked her lips and said dryly, "I just think there might not be enough meat."
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