The First Missing Player
"Which painting did he damage?" Pan Siming asked at once.
Big Bear pointed to a Portrait of an Old Woman ahead.
The group walked over, but instead of taking the painting down right away, they all looked at Fan Shiji.
Fan Shiji was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
"It means you're second anyway, so that monster's bound to come after you tonight. Better you go than have someone else dragged into it," the gloomy man said.
Fan Shiji's expression darkened. "You're not planning to just leave me to my fate, are you?"
No one said anything. Fan Shiji continued, "Sure, I'm second, but who knows whether one of you is fourth or fifth? What if we don't find a painting in the next two days? Are we going to let it kill us one by one?"
"Unlike you, we weren't careless enough to damage a painting," the gloomy man said flatly.
Fan Shiji looked furious, but the leather-clad woman spoke up. "Maybe it wasn't because he damaged a painting."
"What are you saying?" Pan Siming looked up.
"Fan Shiji knocked over the first painting yesterday, Still Time, but it wasn't damaged when it fell," the leather-clad woman said.
Xu Huo's gaze shifted from Silent Umbrella to Still Time, then back to Silent Umbrella. Picking up where the leather-clad woman had left off, he said, "I examined that painting. It wasn't damaged."
Fan Shiji breathed a huge sigh of relief, but then Xu Huo continued, "So the monster's target after lights-out might be someone who damaged a painting, or tried to."
Pan Siming looked at the leather-clad woman. "What about you?"
"I didn't damage any paintings, and I didn't knock over any frames or canvases." The leather-clad woman paused to think. "But the one I picked