"Don't think about it, since you think it's scary, I won't ask you, just forget about them!"
I patted his shoulder, and suddenly, I felt a sharp gaze stabbing towards me, and when I looked up, I saw the pervert, and his gaze shifted to me.
I immediately felt a strong possessive desire from his eyes! I quickly put my hands back and gave him a sad look.
Don't look at me like that, I just want to comfort him, nothing else.
My eyes are constantly sending him this kind of information, but he turns a blind eye to it and still looks at me with a condemning look, making me feel like a cheating little wife.
Alright alright.
I slightly distanced myself from Wang Hongrui, and quietly waited for him to recover.
Now I don't want to ask him about the content of those six paintings. I stood aside, recalling what he said just now, frowning.
Ever since Wang Hongrui received the painting and brought it home, he began to have nightmares.
Is this a psychological effect? Or is it really evil spirits making trouble
"There's something on those pictures."
The pervert seems to have seen my thoughts, and with a steady tone, he explained to me: "Evil ghosts affect people in Yangjian in many ways, such as invading their dreams and affecting their sleep. This is one of them. possibility."
"Remember what I said just now, this breath is very complicated, like the breath of many different ghosts mixed together."
He put his fingers on the mask and rubbed it: "Sure enough, there are things on the six paintings, so the breaths are all mixed together."
Wang Hongrui couldn't hear the pervert's words, but I could hear them clearly.
After listening to his words, I nodded slightly, and after Wang Hongrui's mood stabilized, I asked softly, "Are those paintings placed next door?"
His body shook, he looked at me in disbelief, and said in amazement, "How do you know?"
"Don't ask me how I know, but let me ask you why you brought those paintings to this exhibition, even though they haven't been displayed."
He lowered his head and didn't respond to me for a long time.
I didn't force him either. Since he didn't say anything, there must be his reasons. If I asked more, if he refused to tell me, I would naturally not know the answer. Asking more would wear down his patience.
"Okay, I won't force you if you don't tell me, you said those paintings made you have nightmares every day, what else?"
I directed him, trying to get more information out of his mouth.
He took a breath and looked at the ground, as if thinking about something.
"I had that nightmare for more than one day, for several days."
"Those paintings have been reverberating in my dreams. Every time I scream, I want to get out of the dream, but I can't."
He looked at me timidly, hesitated again and again, and finally said: "The first day they came to my house, I was awakened by that nightmare at night, and this is the only time I managed to escape from the dream."
"I... what I said next is all true, true! I didn't make it up!"
Wang Hongrui said excitedly, I looked at him and nodded: "I believe it, you say it."
"I saw a long, black figure standing in front of my window. This figure had the same red eyes as the crawling white man in the dream."
When I heard this, I couldn't help getting goosebumps all over my back.
"I can't stand it anymore, I really can't stand it, so I brought these paintings here today because I got in touch with a painting collector and sold them to him."
At this moment, my heart skipped a beat, and I said a little dissatisfied: "You can't do this, you clearly know that there are problems with these paintings, how can you sell them to others?"
"Then what can I do? I don't know what else to do with them. It's okay not to sell them. I'll give them away, give them away."
I really can't accept this kind of approach. If things are really as he said, these paintings must not be kept in the world, let alone transfer other people's hands. This is simply a disaster for others!
After hearing what he said, I don't want to touch those six paintings for the time being. Although they are only a wall away from me and close at hand, I still don't have the curiosity to find out.
Psychopath painter? Metaphysical painter? Painters of the forties
Foreign painters
Four points suddenly popped up in my mind, thinking.
"Then have you searched for the painters of those paintings online? Do you know the painter's name?"
"Roman Drizzt."
He gave his name, and I picked up the phone directly, ready to search, Wang Hongrui said: "Don't check, if you can't find it, I checked it a long time ago."
"Even over the wall, I searched on Google and Wikipedia for a long time, but there is no such character. He is like a ghost and does not exist in this world."
I was surprised: "Then how do you know his name?"
Wang Hongrui rested his chin in his hand and sighed: "When overseas friends sent me the painting, they told me that I never opened the painting to look at it after receiving it, only saw it in my dream."
"I don't know if the portrait in the dream is exactly the same as the one in real life, but I originally planned to take it apart to see what it is. After having those repeated nightmares, I no longer have this idea."
"Those paintings should have his real name on them, but I don't want to open them."
I put down my phone, a little discouraged.
I've never heard of the name Roman Drizzt, but I still picked up my mobile phone to check it, and found that it was exactly as he said, with no content or entries at all.
However, I have noticed that I entered the few keywords Wang Hongrui said at the beginning into the search engine.
Mystical painter.
I have never heard of this kind of painter. Some say abstract painters, realist painters, but I have never seen metaphysical painters.
When I clicked on the word "search", I was shocked!
There is really an introduction and explanation about this artist, all in English!
I read it in my somewhat broken English, and I can understand the general meaning, but some professional words took me a lot of effort to decipher.
The pervert was behind me, with his hands on my shoulders, leaning forward, looking at what I was searching on my phone.
He quickly let go of his hands and averted his gaze.
Maybe, he saw a bunch of dense English and gave up.
He also pretended to be uninterested, which made me feel very funny, and even felt that he was a little cute in a different way.
Metaphysics painters don't have many explanations, they are fragmented, and some of them are just writing things that are not on the topic. The whole article has a lot of content, but there are few key points.
I can only give up this useless content and look for other interpretations.
Finally, in an entry several pages later, I found something that interested me.
Metaphysics painter: Focus on the study of life, believe that there is reincarnation in this world, and believe that only after death is the most primitive state they have, and it is also the time when they are the most real people. When painting, they only imagine what kind of posture a person will have when they die, and what kind of appearance they will have after death.
What does it mean? What the hell
I can't understand this sentence at all, maybe it's because of my scumbag that I interpreted the wrong meaning
The research on life, the content of the painter's painting, has something to do with this? Has something to do with reincarnation
What kind of portrait would that be? Anyway, I can't think of it. It is his interest and hobby that he pursues this kind of thing, but does this have any influence on the paintings he draws
"He seems to be a Christian."
Wang Hongrui added this sentence, I don't know anything about religion. After he said this, I searched about Christianity again.
In the end, I spent about ten minutes and couldn't find the connection between Christianity, Roman Drizzt and metaphysics.
Reincarnation or something, it's too mysterious, right
I wanted to ask the pervert, but I couldn't, otherwise Wang Hongrui would definitely be scared to death, this pervert! At the critical moment, I diverted my attention. How can I get some useful content from his mouth
To be honest, I just saw the explanation about metaphysics painters, and I thought it was too mysterious, which instead aroused my interest in those six paintings.
I'd love to check it out next door if I can.
Suddenly, a series of footsteps came from outside the door, hurried and fast, I quickly closed my mouth and sat back on my seat.
The door was opened vigorously and slammed into the white wall with a bang.
I seem to vaguely see some white powder being shaken off the wall.
"Wang! Hong! Rui! Why aren't you in the exhibition hall? Fans are waiting for autographs! What are you waiting for here?!"
A standing man in a suit stood at the door, his black hair was painted with mousse, and he glared at Wang Hongrui angrily.
Wang Hongrui's face turned dark, and he stood up from his seat, feeling a little bad: "I'm receiving guests."
"Why are the guests so unqualified, come early or late, come to the exhibition to find you at this time?"
After the pervert heard these words, a cold breath swept towards the man at the door!
Suddenly, the man lost his voice, and fell to the ground with a crooked body, with a cloud of black air between his brows.
Wang Hongrui was terrified, and hurried to his side, thinking that his words had made him anxious, and fainted, he hurriedly called the staff to come over, and even called 120 for emergency services.
Knowing who the culprit was, I looked at the winking ghost speechlessly, his tone was extremely cold.
"Who told him to speak ill of his wife, my queen, what qualifications does he have to teach me a lesson!"
I looked at the staff lounge, which suddenly became extremely lively, and a few nurses in white coats came in, carrying the agent out with a stretcher in their hands.
"You've gone a little too far."
I know that the breath of ghosts will bring harm to people. I don't know if this behavior of a pervert will bring any sequelae to this manager.
"Don't worry, I won't die."
Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief, and my heart returned to the air, and the warmth was still very warm.
How can I not be touched by how he protects me like this.