S-level high-risk personality, you call this a pitiful thing?

Chapter 88: Dream Core Space 88

Chapter 88: Dream Core Space 88
Something seemed wrong.

Lan Tong narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the painting.

I thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't remember where I had seen it.

The woman saw Lan Tong suddenly stopped moving, so she squatted down again and asked softly, "What's wrong, baby?"

Lan Tong did not respond.

The woman followed her gaze and found that Lan Tong was looking at the painting. Her eyes suddenly turned colder, but her tone remained the same: "What are you looking at, baby? Do you want to put some more stickers on the wall?"

Lan Tong lowered his eyes and thought for a moment before speaking.

“I’m looking at that painting.”

The woman had a strange expression on her face.

"Where are the paintings?"

As she spoke, she touched Lan Tong's forehead with a worried look.

"Is the baby still asleep? Or does the baby want to draw?"

Her tone was so sincere and intimate, and the natural connection between her movements and tone made Lan Tong unaware of any problems for a moment.

But...she meant that she couldn't see?

Lan Tong frowned, pointed at the painting and asked, "There's a painting over there, can't you see it?"

The woman just glanced again and turned back, the worry expression on her face becoming more and more obvious.

Lan Tong shook off her hand in disbelief and walked straight to the painting. However, due to her short height, she couldn't reach the frame after trying for a long time.

She had no choice but to push her computer chair to the wall and prepare to stand on the chair to take down the painting.

She didn't believe it. If she took the painting down and put it in front of the woman, she would still pretend not to see it.

The woman didn't seem to notice Lan Tong's thoughts. When Lan Tong climbed onto the chair, she tried her best to support her, as if she was afraid that she would fall.

Lan Tong was a little uncomfortable with this kind of care, but she always felt something was wrong with the painting, so she had to take it down to have a look.

But when he stood on the chair and reached out to touch it, his fingers flashed across the portrait.

Lan Tong was stunned and opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

Can’t even touch it?
She didn't believe it and slapped her palm on the portrait.

With a "pop", the hand actually passed through the portrait and hit the wall behind it!
The part of the portrait that was pierced became illusory and translucent. The cold and smooth wall she felt on her palm made her doubt whether the portrait existed.

The air stagnated for a long time, and the woman behind her asked slowly.

"Baby, you're still sleepy, do you want to go to sleep for a while?"

Lan Tong stared at the portrait, his eyes surprisingly cold.

"You really can't see there's a painting here?"

The woman's tone seemed a little reluctant: "Mom really can't see..."

Damn.

Is she really hallucinating?

Lan Tong couldn't help but start to doubt herself again.

The woman asked tentatively, "How about we go out for breakfast first and come back in later?"

Lan Tong was silent for a moment and said, "No need."

After that, the woman helped her down from the chair, took her hand and walked out of the bedroom.

Lu Li was bored in a room watching Lan Tong eating at the dining table. The woman took care of her meticulously, whether she was picking up food or drinking soup. She was really like a child.

She felt that Lan Tong was probably mentally ill before, otherwise how could she be so easily fooled by all the strange tricks she saw.

This time, I was even briefly brainwashed and forgot the origin of the portrait.

It probably won't be long before she completely thinks she is a character in the plot and forgets about her mission.

Lu Li said "tsk" with disdain.

She would never remind this ungrateful person.

Didn't Lan Tong find her annoying? That was perfect, she wouldn't bother him this time.

She would wait until this ungrateful person was about to be killed by Guiyi before taking action, so as to cure Lan Tong's problem. Lu Li thought so and couldn't help laughing secretly. In her mind, she had already imagined Lan Tong crying and apologizing and changing her ways.

Lan Tong, who was being fed by the woman at the table, suddenly heard a laugh and was so scared that the spoon in his hand dropped into the soup.

The soup splashed everywhere, but the woman did not blame her. Instead, she smiled gently and wiped her clothes.

"Baby, are you still thinking about that painting? If you like it, I'll ask your dad to take you to buy one when he comes back."

Lan Tong said absentmindedly: "No."

She has an inexplicable confidence in her own judgment. Even if she begins to doubt her mental health because she cannot touch the paintings, she will not doubt it too deeply.

But what was that sudden laughter just now?
The woman next to him didn't seem to hear.

But Lan Tong was sure that she heard it very clearly, and seemed to hear a very soft "tsk" before that.

If the portrait is not an illusion, then the laughter in my ears is not either?

Lan Tong suddenly became more doubtful about his mental state.

Is she really suffering from hysteria?
As Lan Tong was thinking this, he suddenly felt a gaze behind him.

She turned her head quickly to catch the source of the gaze, and her eyes suddenly became panic when they fell on the portrait.

Wasn't the portrait in the bedroom? Why is it in the living room now?
Lan Tong could no longer sit still, and he jumped up from his chair with an extremely ugly look on his face.

"Baby, what's wrong with you?"

The woman asked in confusion.

Lan Tong rushed to the bedroom without looking back. The moment she opened the door, she was shocked to find that the portrait in the bedroom was gone.

When she turned around stiffly, she saw the portrait hanging alone on the wall of the living room.

Even though there was a huge deviation in the angle from which she was viewing the painting, Lan Tong could clearly feel that the man in the portrait with his face painted black was looking at her!
An indescribable feeling of being stared at by some unknown entity made her shudder.

It seemed that no matter where she went, this painting would follow her like a nightmare, watching her all the time.

"What the hell..."

Lan Tong gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath.

The woman followed again without knowing when.

Seeing Lan Tong standing in a daze at the bedroom door, he hugged her with a look of heartache on his face.

"My dear baby, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your mother..."

When Lan Tong heard this name, she felt uncomfortable all over, but her body had no intention of resisting and she let herself be held.

She wanted to try to explain, but when she saw the woman's pitiful face and eyes full of heartache, she couldn't say a word of what she was thinking.

After holding it in for a long while, he could only utter one sentence.

"It's okay, there are no paintings in the room, I just saw it wrongly."

The woman still asked worriedly: "Are you really okay?"

"It's all right."