Soul Painter

Lin Senhao was probably dead.

Although Lawrence watched the live TV broadcast, he only saw the explosion, and the live broadcast was interrupted. After that, he did not see the obituary confirming that Lin Senhao was dead, but according to his conversation with Gao Fan not long ago, he judged that Lin Senhao seemed to be really dead.

Is it really dead?

In order to prove this point, Lawrence searched for all the clues on the Internet, but at this moment, the media around the world began to keep secret about the explosion, and no one was discussing it.

The media from various countries, which usually seem to be very 'free' and 'democratic', become less 'free' and 'democratic' once they encounter issues that the country's managers think are not suitable for discussion.

Apparently those heads of state are afraid that these discussions will anger the demons and allow them to resume their attacks on human civilization.

Lawrence told Gao Fan the news, and he felt that Gao Fan should know, after all, it was related to the work he was creating.

After Gao Fan heard the news, he stood in front of the painting he was drawing for five minutes. Just when Lawrence thought the painter was overly sad, Gao Fan started talking to himself.

"It doesn't matter, when the painting is finished, I can ask Lin Senhao how he died, whether he committed suicide or was murdered by Qin Fan." Gao Fan said to Anna.

Um. Anna nodded in agreement.

"But I'm afraid I fell into Lin Senhao's trap again. He must have guessed that I would be curious about why he did this." Gao Fan muttered to himself with a somewhat paranoid expression.

It is possible. Anna nodded again.

"But no matter what, we have to finish this painting first...then let's continue~" Gao Fan said, and said to Anna, "AA, it's really a pleasure to discuss with you, because you have always supported me! "

Anna smiles.

Lawrence, who was watching this scene, complained frantically in his heart, is this a discussion?

...

It was the day after The Bostonian went missing.

Now, Lawrence looked out of the window of the villa with a worried expression on his face.

The searches and inspections on the streets of Boston continued unabated. Almost most of the citizens of Boston joined the search. Many people stayed up all night, anxiously looking for this great work representing the soul of the city. The painter's villa on the Charles River was found, but that moment was not far away.

Whenever citizens pass by the painter's villa, they always look here with a suspicious expression. This phenomenon became especially obvious on the second day after "Bostonian" disappeared.

When Lawrence looked out of the window of his room on the second floor of the villa, he did not dare to meet the eyes of these citizens. It seems that the citizens of Boston are gradually using the spirit and will of the masses to frame the scope of the existence of the missing oil painting.

The center of this range, is the painter's villa.

In the early morning of the second day, more and more citizens began to linger in front of the painter's villa. Although they hadn't knocked on the door of the painter's villa, Lawrence felt that this moment was not far away. From the window at this moment, You can see the silent, sad, anxious crowd on the street.

They are like worker ants who have lost their queen. Those silences can turn into outbursts, those sorrows can turn into anger, and those anxieties are more likely to turn into force. Now Boston, after a whole night of fermentation, has become like a pot As long as a drop of water splashes into the boiling hot oil, it will cause disasters like landslides and tsunamis.

At that moment, even Gao Fan and Anna, who are respected by them, will be smashed to pieces in this disaster... Thinking of this, Lawrence even trembled a little.

Lawrence really wanted to hand over the painting...

At this moment, Lawrence suddenly seemed to hear a silent thunderbolt.

In this early morning, Lawrence, who was standing at the window looking out, saw a strange scene, that is, during the investigation that had lasted all night on the street, those citizens with their own weapons suddenly raised their heads to the sky, and immediately after each The faces of the citizens of Boston showed extremely terrified expressions.

But when Lawrence looked up, he didn't see anything unusual in the sky, but the expressions of horror and despair on the faces of these Boston citizens on the street seemed to see demons destroying the world.

Could it be...

Lawrence thought of one thing, he immediately turned and ran to the painter's studio.

Although there is only a few tens of meters to go up and down a flight of stairs, the manager was already out of breath when he ran to the studio in the villa, but what caught his eyes at this moment made him dare not even breathe. scene.

Gao Fan is scratching the color on The Bostonian.

The painter's movements are indifferent, like handling a potato.

"Little, little brother..." Lawrence murmured, his heart was beating wildly at this moment, his hands and feet were sweating, his throat seemed to be pinched by someone, and his whole body fell into a state of extreme panic.

ah? Gao Fan is scraping 'Infinite Red' into a large basin. When those paints fall, they look like pieces of red falling snow. Demon paints have a shelf life, but after being painted, mystery and human beliefs will make them His potency lasts forever.

At this moment, if scraping "Bostonian" into paint again, Gao Fan is not sure whether it will be effective again. He just "divinated" it and it will work, but he is not sure about the details, such as how long the shelf life is.

"Look outside." Lawrence said to Gao Fan.

"No time."

Gao Fan was scratching "Bostonian", while Anna was scratching "Redemption". The two oil painting art treasures in the auction price of modern art history can be ranked in the top ten, just like two potatoes were scraped in. in two pots.

"Everyone is crazy." Lawrence held back his voice and lowered his voice. He couldn't lose his composure, otherwise he would scare the two painters, "When you destroyed "Bostonian", they seemed to have a sense, Everyone stood on the street staring blankly at the sky, their expressions were terrified, a little scary..."

"Well, after all, this painting is linked to their souls, so it will definitely be uncomfortable." Gao Fan said.

"but……"

At this moment, Lawrence, Gao Fan, and Anna all heard crying, and the crying was surging around the villa like sea water. Lawrence's expression changed, and he hurriedly ran to the window to have a look. The window of the studio was opposite Looking at the courtyard, you have to go to the window on the other side of the corridor to see the street view.

When Lawrence looked out of the window, the horror in his heart was even worse, because the Boston citizens standing blankly on the street began to cry, some of them were crying silently, and some were crying loudly Converged into a sea, surging in Mr. Manager's ears.

Crazy, all crazy...

Lawrence felt an inexplicable pressure. This grief was so real and happened to all the citizens in front of him at the same time that it made Lawrence's scalp tingle. He felt as if he had fallen into a crater that was about to erupt...