“…We must combine work and rest…”

“There is no inspiration under high pressure.”

"It is also easy to make yourself lose your normal mind."

"I can't draw well, but I can't draw well..."

Mr. Tang said earnestly.

"But this kid has been saying it's too late..."

"I have no idea……"

Is it too late for the child's mother's birthday?

Just ask the child again and then he doesn't say a word.

...

Mr. Tang was very frustrated and helpless.

This child refused to say anything, so he didn't even know where to put his care...

...

"This child has a bad appetite recently..."

Old Tang looked at his granddaughter with a worried look on his face.

"I have no idea……"

"I am anxious……"

As time passed day by day, Mr. Tang also comforted himself that it was not many days before the child’s mother’s birthday...

Maybe on that day, everything will be revealed.

Everything returned to normal.

But……

no.

The old man's heart was beating uneasy.

He couldn't let himself turn a blind eye to some abnormalities that he couldn't let go.

He can't do it...

On the contrary, as time passed, he became increasingly unable to sleep or eat.

If it weren't for his granddaughter's rejection, he would have wanted to keep his granddaughter alive.

Even if he doesn't know anything.

But as long as he stays by his granddaughter's side...

No matter how bad the situation is, it won't be much worse...

Yeah?

...

Mr. Tang looked at Mr. Jiang with hope.

His lips squirmed a few times, "Old Jiang."

This is what he has always called Mr. Jiang.

Mr. Jiang also called him Lao Tang.

He was just a little hesitant. At this time, he had something to ask others for help. Should he call him a master?

But he was a little embarrassed and couldn't say anything out of his heart.

never mind.

How strange is it to suddenly change the name?

It would be better to continue calling Lao Jiang.

...

"Have you found anything?"

Old Tang held his breath unconsciously.

...

Mr. Jiang raised his eyes and looked around.

"I'll take a look..."

In fact, he roughly checked the entire room from the first time he entered the room.

Nothing was found.

But his heart was a little vaguely moved.

like……

There is indeed something in this room...

...

Mr. Jiang slowly paced around the room.

He never underestimates any feeling in himself.

I also believe in some intuition-like reactions I have tempered after dealing with monsters over the years.

...

Upon hearing this and seeing this again, Old Tang nervously swallowed the words he wanted to say.

His hands were unconsciously pinching each other tightly.

Full of anxiety and looked at Mr. Jiang who was slow and anxious.

...

Mr. Jiang finally came to the child's side.

The child holds the pencil tightly in his hands.

Outline tight and messy lines.

The black and white colors show a bit more gloomy.

...

To be honest, looking at the paintings written by the child, Mr. Jiang could not feel the child's love for paintings.

But if it weren't for your favorites, why would the child draw it over and over again as if he was forced?

force……

A flash of inspiration flashed in Mr. Jiang's mind.

That's right!

Isn’t the child’s frowning now like he’s forced?

...

The problem is...

If he was not wrong...

Who forced the child?

Is it the child himself?

Or is there someone else?

or……

There is another...the monster?

...

Although if there is really a monster involved, Mr. Jiang doesn’t quite understand the purpose of this monster?

Force your child to draw?

Why?

...

Mr. Jiang shook his head slightly.

It's too early to think about this now.

He didn't even know if there were monsters involved...
To be continued...