Disappearing Painting
Editor: TheSloth
In a street alley, a filthy man fled in a hurry because two men in business suits were tailing after him.
He had a look of urgency, but his fleeing speed was slow because he had to hold his bleeding right leg, which had been wrapped in a piece of white cloth. At this moment, a distinctive pattern could be seen on this cloth, just as if it was red ink being diluted.
Since he couldn't walk quickly, he got rid of the tail with the aid of the complex city streets until he lost his own way.
"I am sorry," he said.
He seemed to have ran into someone, hastily glancing at the man before rushing into another alley immediately. But he wasn't aware that something fell out of his coat—It turned out it was a tube of paint.
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When Luo Qiu's eyes curiously fell on this tube of paint, the servant girl had picked it up and sent it to him.