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"Fine, you have your own ideas. But since it's such a coincidence that we're neighbors, I'll give you one last hand. Let's go!"

Xu Ming waved his hand.

"Where?"

Aoyama Nanami was a little confused.

"Of course I'll go to your house!"

Xu Ming said irritably.

I'm so sorry for the trouble!

Aoyama Nanami immediately bowed deeply to Xu Ming in a very polite manner.

"Wait, you live across the street?"

Xu Ming suddenly spoke up.

"Yes, it was moved here yesterday morning... Is there a problem?"

"No, no. Anyway, let's go to your house and take a look at that painting first."

Xu Ming's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but recall the figure in the red dress he had encountered a few nights ago.

Chapter 142 Resurgence

"I couldn't sleep all night, that painting, that painting..."

A hint of fear flashed in Aoyama Nanami's eyes, and she hesitated for a while before continuing.

"It's just too much... It's actually dripping blood nonstop! I tried to wipe it with a rag but there was nothing there!"

And, and... I think I saw a man with a face covered in blood walk out of the painting!

As Aoyama Nanami spoke, she clasped her hands tightly together, and her body trembled slightly.

Xu Ming patted her shoulder and comforted her:

"Leave this matter to me."

"Okay, thank you!"

After a while, Aoyama Nanami recovered and led Xu Ming to push open the door of the opposite room. Xu Ming followed her into the room.

The living room was cluttered with many cardboard boxes that hadn't been put away yet, making the whole place look messy and disorganized.

Aoyama Nanami blushed slightly and smiled somewhat awkwardly.

"I'm so sorry, we just moved in yesterday, and there are still some things we haven't had time to unpack..."

Xu Ming waved his hand.

"It's alright. By the way, what about that painting you mentioned?"

When the painting was mentioned, Aoyama Nanami suddenly made a very strange expression.

"That painting... that painting was taken back to her room by Mashiro..."

"Clam!?"

Xu Ming stared at her in astonishment.

"I was going to throw that painting away, but Mashiro said it was very interesting and she liked it a lot, so she took it back to her room."

"..."

Xu Ming pinched the bridge of his nose. If Shiina Mashiro wasn't mentally unstable, then she herself was the problem.

"Let's go check out her room first."

So the two of them walked through the living room and came to the outside of a room with the door tightly closed.

At this moment, Aoyama Nanami seemed to suddenly remember something, and said to Xu Ming with a somewhat unnatural expression:

"Um, could you please have Xu Ming rest in the living room for a while? Zhen Bai, she might not be up yet..."

Seeing that Aoyama Nanami's cheeks were slightly flushed and her eyes were wandering, Xu Ming didn't point it out and simply nodded.

"Okay, I'll wait for you in the living room. Call me when you're done."

I'm so sorry!

Aoyama Nanami quickly bowed and apologized.

When Xu Ming returned to the living room, Aoyama Nanami patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she knocked on the door of the room.

dong dong!

As usual, there was no response from the room.

Aoyama Nanami, however, had an expression of being used to it and said something to the door.

"Mashiro, I'm coming in~!"

Then she pushed the door open and went in.

Xu Ming sat in the living room, using his 'spiritual vision' to observe their living room.

On the wall directly opposite the main entrance, there was a large, whiter patch of wall surface, which was the mark left by the hanging painting. Sure enough, a lot of black resentment remained on it.

"Ah! Shiro, why are you sleeping under the table again? Come out right now!"

"Hurry up and get dressed! We have guests!"

At that moment, Aoyama Nanami's voice came from the bedroom.

Xu Ming glanced in the direction of the bedroom and revealed a gentlemanly, reserved smile.

After a flurry of activity, Aoyama Nanami waved to Xu Ming from the bedroom doorway.

"Xu Ming, you can come over now."

Xu Ming nodded, stood up from the sofa, and went to the bedroom further inside.

Xu Ming was immediately startled when he saw the room for the first time.

Besides being messy, it was still messy. The entire 20-square-meter room was piled with all sorts of odds and ends, clothes, and discarded drawings, leaving almost no room to step.

This bedroom is practically a garbage dump.

Noticing Xu Ming's strange expression, Aoyama Nanami quickly explained:

"Because we just moved here yesterday, Mashiro's luggage hasn't been unpacked yet, so it's a little messy..."

Suddenly, Shiina Mashiro tilted her head and mumbled something in a daze.

"Is that right?"

Aoyama Nanami never expected that Shiina Mashiro would undermine her and betray her.

Her cheeks flushed bright red instantly, and she stammered, unable to utter a word.

Xu Ming witnessed this scene and almost burst out laughing. He had once again experienced the power of natural blackness.

After a bit of laughter and banter, Xu Ming got down to business.

"Miss Nanami, where is that painting?"

Aoyama Nanami quickly looked at Shiina Mashiro, her expression extremely tense.

"Mashiro, what happened to the painting you brought back to your room yesterday?"

Shiina Mashiro touched her chin with her finger, thought for a moment, and then pointed to the bedroom wall.

Xu Ming looked in the direction she was pointing, and a strange, eerie oil painting came into view.

The girl in the painting had a cold, emotionless expression. And whether it was the painter's skill that was too superb or the portrait that was too realistic, Xu Ming actually had the illusion that the other person was looking down at them with cold eyes.

Most importantly, Shiina Mashiro actually hung this painting directly opposite her bed!?

Whenever she lay in bed sleeping, the girl in the painting would stare at her.

I don't know if this girl is just too naive or really carefree.

Xu Ming himself absolutely could not stand being stared at while he slept, even if that gaze came from a very realistic portrait.

That feeling was terrifying.

Xu Ming activated his 'spiritual vision' ability and immediately saw the black mist on the portrait surging as if it were alive. So much negative energy was almost materializing.

He immediately took out his phone from his pocket and pressed the shutter.

Click!

With a soft sound, a dazzling light immediately filled the entire bedroom.

A shrill scream immediately rang out from the portrait, a sound that sent chills down one's spine.

The light quickly faded, and the painting spontaneously combusted, the flames of which were an eerie green.

Swish!

In just a few seconds, the portrait was reduced to ashes, and black ash fell from the wall.

Aoyama Nanami stared blankly at the bare wall and murmured:

"That's it?"

Xu Ming laughed, sounding annoyed.

"Of course, what else do you want? To blow up the whole house?"

Aoyama Nanami laughed sheepishly.

However, at that moment, Shiina Mashiro, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke softly:

"not yet……"

Aoyama Nanami looked at her with some confusion.

"Mashiro, what are you saying? Aren't you done yet?"

"It's not over yet."

Mashiro stared at the location where the portrait was placed.