I saw a little chick's face turn blue and purple, and I had an answer in my heart, but I still gave him two winks, and he seemed to understand my thoughts, and stood up suddenly from his seat.
"That...you come with me."
I heard waves of protest behind me, almost all voices of female fans. Some of them gave me puzzled expressions, but most of them were dissatisfied. Of course, there were also jealous and envious eyes.
A little chick can have such a reaction, and it also confirms what I think in my heart-he knows about the evil spirit, otherwise he would not understand the meaning of my hesitation.
Only in the subconscious, he knows that aspect, will he think of the words that I have been unable to express for a long time, what is it.
"Sorry, everyone, I have something to settle with her. Please don't be impatient. You can go and appreciate my work first. I will be back as soon as possible."
After a little chick finished speaking, he gave me a wink, and I followed him, hurriedly left the exhibition hall, and walked towards the back door.
There should be a resting place for the organizers. Going inside is a corridor that is not long and not short. At the end of the corridor there is a closed door, and the sign of the toilet can be seen beside the door.
There are two doors on the left and right. We walked towards the second one on the right together. There was a sign hanging on the door: staff rest room.
"Come in, there is no one now, my agent is helping me manage order outside, and I won't come in right now."
He pointed his finger at the folding chair next to the table and said, "Please sit down." He took a disposable plastic cup as he spoke, intending to pour water for me.
I politely said: "No, it's not safe here, people will come in at any time, let's make a quick decision, let's make a long story short."
A little chick still poured a glass of warm water and handed it to me. I hurriedly thanked him and watched him sit down opposite me.
"Don't call me Xiaojizai, just call me Wang Hongrui in private, this is my real name."
He introduced himself, and I naturally exchanged names with him: "I am Ronghua, calmly Rong, and prosperous Hua."
Wang Hongrui nodded, wrote down my name, and looked straight at me with a strange light in his eyes: "Are you... a person who studies that?"
I heard him ask such a sentence without end, and immediately interpreted it, I smiled and shook my head, thought for a while, and said: "No, I am not a researcher, to be honest, I can see To see ghosts, to perceive them."
As soon as I finished speaking, I felt a little regretful. The existence of ghosts is not recognized by most people in the world, let alone what I said now. If others listened to it, they would definitely not believe it, and would think that I was a psychopath.
Even if Wang Hongrui really came into contact with some supernatural things, if I say this, will it cause his disgust? Will it scare him
But the fact is that there is only surprise in his eyes, and I can still see sympathy in his eyes.
Indeed... This kind of thing, no matter who it is placed on, deserves sympathy...
I smiled helplessly and changed the topic: "Now is not the time to discuss me, you can talk about it first, I feel the breath of evil spirits in this exhibition hall, tell me what you encountered, maybe I can help you you."
Wang Hongrui is a painter I like very much. If he really bumps into something unclean, I will definitely help him.
Plus the girl An Ning, I think that even if I don't help, that girl will definitely beg Grandpa An in private to help him.
It's better to bring it up first, if the matter is easy to solve, then do it yourself.
The pervert is still around, so he shouldn't have any objections.
While Wang Hongrui was in a trance, I glanced at the ghost and was taken aback.
His face had been facing the wall next to me, and there was nothing on the white wall, but his eyes were on it.
I was puzzled, and suddenly, my body trembled, as if I understood something, and I was shocked.
Isn't that the first room on the right across from that wall? Is it possible...
"Rong Hua, I... I don't know where to start."
Wang Hongrui made a sound, he frowned, the dark circles under his eyes became heavier, and it was more obvious in this lounge under the incandescent light.
Black and blue, and now, he lowered his eyes, I can see all the loneliness and hesitation in his eyes.
"Speak, I'll listen."
I moved closer to him and comforted him, "I'm your fan. If you have any questions, you can talk about it, especially in that aspect. After all, I have come into contact with some ghosts."
I can understand why he couldn't say it, how could anyone who encountered that kind of thing say it easily.
However, if that evil spirit troubled him, shouldn't he speak out readily? Why can't he hesitate for so long now, hesitating and hesitating, he just can't come up with a word
"Last month, I received a painting from an overseas friend. There are six paintings in total. There is something wrong with these paintings..."
painting
I looked at him strangely, his forehead began to sweat, and the air conditioner was not turned on in the staff rest room, so the room felt stuffy and hot after a while.
"That friend is a collector of paintings and a fan of mine. Three months ago, through a channel, he received six paintings, which were painted by a famous metaphysical painter who has passed away."
"It is said that the painter was mentally ill, and no one appreciated his paintings during his lifetime. Until recently, the place where he kept his paintings was discovered, and a large number of paintings were requested to be auctioned."
"What's wrong with those paintings?"
I heard him muttering there, the voice was very soft, the worry on his face was even heavier, the two eyebrows were almost twisted together, seeing that this little fresh meat was about to be worried to death by something, I hurriedly spoke out : "Tell me, is there something wrong with the painting?"
I'm anxious, he has been holding back, what if he hasn't said anything, or is about to speak, and someone comes in, what should I do
In this kind of public place, if this matter is heard by others, it will still be said from Wang Hongrui himself, and it will damage his reputation.
"Shocked! A genius painter, a little chick, has paranoia, fantasizing about being haunted by ghosts every day, and geniuses are all lunatics!"
It is certain that the next day, there will be such a headline on Weibo that he will be used by a bunch of unscrupulous marketing accounts to gossip, and he will understand the matter clearly while there is no one around.
It's one thing to be too late to solve it, so you have to make it clear.
Wang Hongrui finally reacted and nodded. I could see that his hands were shaking.
"After I got them, I took them home and put them in the storage room at home." He swallowed, looking nervous.
He was recalling the scene at that time.
I looked at him quietly, looking at him seriously, trying to pass on strength to him in this way. "At that time, the picture frames were all covered with white cloth and tied with red strings, and I never opened them."
He wiped his forehead with his back, and continued: "From the night I got it back, accidents started at home."
I frowned, painting? If it is really what he said, is it possible that the evil spirits will be attached to the painting
According to him, the painter was from the 1940s. Such a long-term painting was still sealed somewhere, and it was not auctioned until three months ago
It is indeed possible that it will become the dwelling of evil spirits.
I continued to listen to his eloquence, and kept an eye out by the way, listening for footsteps outside the door.
"I started to have weird dreams. I dreamed that I was standing in a room, and there were six paintings hanging on the walls on all sides. They were the ones I brought back that day. One was hunched over, completely naked, and his skin was too white. The man was lying on all fours, lying in front of his eyes, his face was covered with a sack, and a pair of red eyes were shining fiercely."
His voice began to tremble.
As he spoke, his emotions became more and more agitated.
"He faced me, then turned away quickly, and disappeared from my sight after a while, and then all the dust cloths covering the paintings fell to the ground..."
When he said this, he paused for a moment, panting violently, his face flushed red, as if he was going to be out of breath! He clasped his head in his hands in despair, and let out a roar like a beast.
"Those paintings... those paintings..."
He kept repeating these three words in his mouth, but he didn't continue. His eyes were slightly protruding, his eyes were red, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and the veins on his neck were bulging.
I knew that things couldn't go on any longer, so I hurried to him, put my hands on his shoulders, and said in a low voice, "Calm down, calm down, I'm here."
"If you're afraid, don't think about it, don't think about it."
"I won't force you anymore, don't ask."
I sighed, just listening to his words, and his various performances just now, I have confirmed everything he said.
Those paintings given by fans and friends are problematic.
"The painting is next door."
The pervert spoke slowly, his eyes were still looking at the empty wall next to him, his voice was a little tense.
he is tense...
I glanced at the pervert, it's rare, no matter what type of ghost the pervert meets, at most his tone will be a little dignified, but he won't be nervous.
But I saw the clenched hands on his side, and I could see his state.
What exactly were painted on those six paintings
Under my comfort, Wang Hongrui finally relaxed, and let go of the two hands that were holding his head tightly. He became extremely decadent in an instant, like a deflated ball, slipping to the ground.
"I'd love to get rid of them, throw them away, burn them!"
He looked at his hands and said helplessly: "But I can't, these are all given by my friend, how can I burn them? How can I throw them away?"
"If one day, my friend comes back from overseas to visit me and ask about my portrait, will I have to hide it from him?"
He was a bit emotional, incoherent, almost crying: "Let me hide this secret from my friends for the rest of my life, I can't do it! I can't do it!"