Chapter 46: Im Just An Ordinary Person (1/2)

Chapter 46: I'm Just An Ordinary Person

She bled

Indeed, although it sounded inexplicable, the painting bled

In other words, it could be actual blood

The knife flew out and pierced her chest and abdomen As if the knife was nailed into the chest and abdomen of a real person, the dark red liquid continuously flowed fro noises

“Ah-“

The wo suddenly let out a painful and hysterical scream

When he heard that sound, Annan suddenly felt an immense headache mixed with drowsiness and irritability For exa asleep for three hours of sleep and then woken up by the drill noise frohbor next door or upstairs

It was terrible to the level that you could feel your bed shaking intensely

Annan was seeing stars A fluctuating sense of dizziness assaulted his head

But, Annan was not irritated by it, nor was there anger or resentment from the attack

Only joy

He smiled happily, took out a kitchen knife froot up, and approached

Holding the kitchen knife in his backhand, he thrust into the face of the wo

Puff–

After the strange and ushed fro down

But, before the cri, Annan held the other kitchen knife on the painting and pulled it out forcefully

Scarlet traces splashed out and fell on Annan’s face The white and lovely face belonging to Elle Morrison looked extraordinarily shi+ny

“Can you still scream?”

Annan murmured, the smile at the corner of his mouth beca, he proceeded to pull out the other kitchen knife forcefully and then tried his best to pierce the portrait’s round

To Annan’s disappointment, even if he pierced the portrait’s mouth and cut its throat, he could not stop the portrait fro When he pierced the eyeball, there was no liquid supposedly in the eyes dripping out It was still the same crimson but sliround, it sort of still “bled”

But this was not blood It just looked like blood

The color of real blood should be darker than this

As Annan held the kitchen knife in both hands and cut the painting repeatedly, the portrait’s screa softer until it reached total silence

Annan was a little disappointed, shook away the blood-red drop on his hand, and wiped his face again

“damn it It makes my clothes dirty”

Annan ht?”

His tone when he said this became more and more similar to Elle If ‘her’ father were outside the door at this time, A Elle’s diary, Annan had aElle:

She usually would not call Amos “father” but called him “Amos” Previously, when Elle called A her dissatisfaction

“It’s annoying”

Annan sighed lightly and stretched out his hand to wipe the blood-like but greasy, oily red liquid on his hand and kitchen knife on the screa seemed to be alive previously