Carefree Path of Dreams

Chapter 1146: paintings

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"Today's exhibition ends here. Welcome everyone to come again next time!"

Angelila sent away the last wave of tourists with a stiff smile, finally took a breath, patted her cheek, and said to herself: "Damn... I'm really fed up with this stupid job, and that damn job According to the regulations, what is the most formal and friendly smile with eight teeth? Go to hell... Those tourists' questions are really stupid and ignorant, but I can only tell lies, if it weren't for it, one silver zer every seven days As a reward, I have long since..."

While grumbling, she changed out of her work uniform, walked out of the exhibition hall, and found a coffee shop by a familiar route. After a while, she came out holding a paper bag, which contained two long loaves of bread, exuding the aroma of butter. .

After returning to her apartment, Angelila hummed a tune and lit the stove, started simmering coffee, and fried two slices of bacon. The crispy golden bacon had a rich aroma. It was a supreme enjoyment to eat it between bread. .

If you mix it with a vegetable salad, I'm afraid it's just like this in God's paradise, right

no! Angelila, you still have thirty gold punks to pay off your mortgage, so you can’t be so extravagant...

Angelila suppressed the thought of cooking another dish, quickly wiped out the dinner, and came to the bedroom with coffee in hand.

The surrounding furnishings are very simple. There is only an oil painting hanging on the wall. Various colorful lines form an abstract and twisted eye. The surrounding colors are darker, which makes the eye stand out even more.

On the lower right side of the oil painting, there is a cursive signature, indicating that it was written by Vincent.

And if you find an appraiser to appraise it, you will find that it is definitely authentic!

"If I can sell it... Although it's not as good as Dream, there will always be a thousand gold punks, right? Then... I won't have to worry about the mortgage and can live in the villa directly... "

Angelila stared at the huge eyes and smiled bitterly.

This oil painting is her nightmare! An inescapable nightmare! No matter how she destroyed or discarded it, it would always appear on her bedside the next day.

even…

Angelila stared into the hazy and twisted eyes.

This eye seemed to have a unique change tonight. It seemed to come alive and suddenly blinked.

Gulu! Gulu!

A large amount of blood immediately flowed out from the pupils, and the overwhelming scarlet color drowned Angelila.

“…”

Angelila gritted her teeth, the scene around her was hazy.

In this state, she seemed to see a long line of cars entering Jinbot City and stopping in front of a villa.

A rich businessman with a big belly and a wig got out of the car, and there was a girl holding a parasol next to him. He was ordering the housekeeper and the valets to move the furniture.

Finally, an oil painting was placed on the wall of the villa's study room.

The oil painting seemed to depict a night starry sky, but it was full of distorted images, extremely abstract, and with an indescribable charm.

boom!

There was a muffled sound where the coffee cup fell.

Angelila ignored the overflowing coffee, but looked at the Hazy Eye oil painting that had not changed at all, and murmured in a low voice: "That's... a dream! It was brought to Kimbert City!"

At the same time, inside the villa, a girl in pajamas was tossing and turning.

If Angelila were here, she would find that this girl was the daughter of the wealthy businessman she saw in her hallucination.

"Why did dad come to Kimbert City? This decision is so unexpected!"

The girl muttered unhappily: "I still miss my old bedroom and my friends... But ever since I bought that oil painting, my father has become so strange... "

Her father, Robert, was a well-known rubber merchant. He started from running a workshop that was about to collapse. He accurately seized several opportunities and has now developed into a large company with thousands of employees.

After becoming prosperous, the rubber merchant was full of desire to join the upper class society. In order not to become a so-called nouveau riche, he once invited several extremely strict tutors to teach young girls etiquette, and also collected various works of art to enrich his collection.

Moreover, after hearing the legend of Vincent and collecting several of his so-called "bad luck paintings", his interest in him greatly increased, and he spent a lot of money to buy Mian.

"Although such ill-fated antiques are wildly sought after by some nobles, there are also bad rumors circulating..."

The girl thought worriedly: "Although the previous pictures were fine, there must be something wrong with 'Dream'!"

Thinking of this, she secretly got out of bed and tiptoed to the edge of the study.

In the past few times, through small adventures, she had learned that her father was obsessed with dreams to a crazy degree, and often watched paintings until midnight.

And this time, they moved their residence to Jinbot City against all objections.

"There is definitely some secret in this!"

The girl became more courageous and secretly came to the study room.

rustle! Hiss!

Various low and noisy sounds came, making her dizzy.

In a daze, scarlet blood, like a carpet, continued to expand outward from the crack in the door.

"ah!"

The girl screamed and quickly backed away from the door.

Through the orange light, she immediately saw...

“The sun is shining and the breeze is gentle!”

Nietzsche squinted his eyes in contentment, enjoying the warm breeze blowing against his face.

Since joining the FBI's Kimbert City branch and becoming an outside informant, he feels that his luck has improved inexplicably.

Not only did he get a monthly allowance of three silversels, but in order to facilitate the collection of intelligence, Commander Hannibal found him a job as a paper boy.

Although the salary is meager, as long as there is one person to support, life is much better than before. The most important thing is that having an identity certificate makes it easier to do many things.

As a result, he rented a house to live in, and his living conditions improved greatly.

Therefore, Nietzsche was full of gratitude for this job.

"Good day, Mr. Hannibal! Do you want to go out?"

When he entered the branch, he happened to see his boss Hannibal, who usually liked to cook by himself, putting on a coat and looking ready to go out.

"Nietzsche! You're here just in time. Come with me and investigate a case together!"

Hannibal said gently.

"Oh well!"

Nietzsche quickly followed, and the two got into a black car.

"Sir...what happened?" Nietzsche was a little excited.

"Don't worry, it's definitely not a ghoul lair like last time..." Hannibal showed a masculine smile: "Otherwise, we wouldn't have asked the secondary investigator in charge of the region to come in person... Most of what we have to do is Just to evaluate whether something is affected by extraordinary factors and whether it needs to be 'handled'... Although you are only a peripheral member, if you want to successfully become a full-time member, it is very beneficial to do more exercises like this!"

"Thank you, Mr. Hannibal!"

Nietzsche almost burst into tears. He had never felt that a person would be so kind to him. He couldn't help but think of another person: "How is Miss Vivian?"

After the ghoul case was solved, within a few days, Vivian disappeared mysteriously, and even Nietzsche was called over for questioning several times.

He was very confused about this, and also a little sad.

No matter what, the upright trainee inspector is always worthy of respect and is much better than some hateful black-hearted shop owner.

Nietzsche couldn't help but think of Simon and Andy again.

After Simon became an Extraordinary, he was taken away by Ryan. It was said that he was going to receive some "training" and there was a high probability that he would return to work in Kimbert City after graduation.

And Andy, the store manager, still runs a tepid grocery store, and even claims to have a masterpiece by Vincent. At this point, Nietzsche strongly suspected that he just found a fake painting to deceive the unlucky guy. Anyway, I will definitely not be fooled again.

"Still not found... What a pity, she is qualified to become a formal employee..." Hannibal sighed.

"It's really strange..." Nietzsche secretly remembered it in his mind, and then thought of today's task: "What do you need me to do this time?"

"Don't be nervous, we are just going to investigate..." Hannibal smiled: "The daughter of a wealthy businessman disappeared, and his servant seemed to have seen something extraordinary..."

While they were talking, the car stopped in front of a magnificent villa. Hannibal straightened his collar and knocked on the door himself.

"You are… "

A male servant opened a gap, feeling a little scared and confused.

"We are investigators from Watson Insurance Company. We heard that a safety incident occurred at your residence and came here to investigate!" Hannibal handed over a business card with a smile.

With the FBI's methods, there are many such false identities, and they can completely withstand inspection.

Therefore, after a while, the two of them were invited to the study.

Robert's face was pale at this time, and his eyes were bloodshot: "Oh! My Nikita! My baby... She disappeared suddenly. What I need at this time is not the insurance company's investigators, but detectives and police officers!"

"Sorry!" Hannibal took off his hat and saluted: "It's just that according to the intelligence, a servant testified that one of your paintings swallowed your daughter...? As the company that underwrites this villa, I need to inspect it again. Security in case it leaves a secret door in the wall…”

Without waiting for Robert to answer, he walked to the oil painting on his own and exclaimed: "Is this the work of Master Vincent - Dream? It is said that he painted the picture of the starry sky in dreams, but others always There are different interpretations... I am more inclined to express the inner world... "

"Vincent's paintings..." Nietzsche became more energetic and stared at the paintings without blinking.