Lin Huai is very pleased to have a common language with the painter.
Good communication is the basis of friendly exchanges between people. Lin Huai suffered a loss in communication before. Although he has always had a kind heart and advocated courtesy first, people often misunderstand him because of poor communication. Before he tore off the veil of tenderness and started going mad, they were overwhelmed by his veil of tenderness and fled screaming.
Lin Huai didn't intend to give the painter this escape... no, give up the opportunity to communicate with him. After all, they have a lot in common, such as the same soul, the same madness, and the same villain...
Similar hobbies and personality backgrounds are the basis for good communication. Lin Huai was full of confidence in this communication.
His nails dug into the palm of his hand, and he perfectly controlled the slight trembling of his body caused by excitement.
"Is it."
The painter noticed the trembling of Lin Huai's arm, he smiled on his face, but frowned in his heart.
'Did it scare him? Or did you accidentally reveal something in the conversation just now? ’ the painter thought, ‘This is the end of the matter, we must not let it fall by the wayside…’
After painting souls into paintings many times, the painter has mastered the skill of distinguishing the fineness of souls.
There are too many similar cities and similar people in this world. In the vast crowd, it is difficult for everyone to find the person they miss. However, the painter can always see the soul he wants most at a glance.
The painter has a lot of souls that he wants, and every time, he is determined to get it, just like every girl who says "this is the only dress I want", but buys the next dress again and again...
However, Lin Huai's side face has soft lines in his eyes, and his eyes are focused. When he laughed, he was supposed to be innocent, but he carried a somewhat contradictory air of coldness and evil... Even among tens of thousands of people, the painter could see him at a glance.
Like a girl who missed the last plaid skirt sale, she always sees the one she wants on the girls on the street.
The painter is very sure that Lin Huai is the only dress he wants... no, soul.
The soul he wanted had fallen into his trap like a boiled duck, and he would never allow himself to pass up this opportunity through carelessness.
even though…
Recalling some abnormal situations in the living room that he noticed in the middle of the night recently, the painter gritted his teeth slightly.
If not, he would not have covered those paintings with a black cloth... After the black cloth was covered, these paintings became quite "quiet".
This little fear is nothing compared to the 500% benefit. Ghosts are intangible, and the condemnation of conscience is intangible, but the numbers in the bank card, the wine at the reception, the flattering faces of people...
is tangible.
It's not that the painter didn't know that the painting set was an evil thing, nor was he unaware of the strangeness in the room. However, Li Gui's revenge is nothing compared to the temptation of money.
From a certain point of view, he should have been the most worry-free resident for Lin Huai. Being blinded by profit, he doesn't need Lin Huai's guidance, so he will ignore all the weirdness and uneasiness that happens in life. Not because they failed to find out, but because they didn't care.
I'm going to be a little more cautious. The painter thought, he seemed to be a little scared.
I want to calm his emotions, remove his defensiveness, and let him fall into my trap unknowingly... The painter thought, smiling at Lin Huai's smile.
He didn't know that Lin Huai thought the same way.
The painter didn't want to scare Lin Huai in advance, and Lin Huai didn't want to scare the painter in advance either.
The two returned to the tea table, each with their own ulterior motives. Lin Huai wanted to find out the secret of the painting, and if necessary, he could also insert the artist into the painting. But the painter wanted to relax Lin Huai's vigilance, and at the end of the conversation, put Lin Huai into the painting.
Although their respective ideas are so different, they have at least reached an agreement on one point-they are quite willing to continue this conversation and care about each other's feelings.
Caring for each other is the cornerstone of communication between people. For two people who care about each other and consider each other's feelings, it is very easy to achieve smooth communication. Both Lin Huai and the painter had an unprecedented experience of ironing posts in the dialogue with each other.
Perhaps this is the power of communicating with the heart.
The two chatted for a long time. Lin Huai tried her best to be kind and gentle. Although the painter tried his best to cover it up, Lin Huai still inadvertently let Lin Huai notice the special features of the painting tools.
Painting utensils...
He tapped his knees with his fingers and narrowed his eyes slightly.
As he had guessed before, the souls of the dead were indeed imprisoned in the eight paintings under the black cloth. Their bodies are missing, but their souls are forever imprisoned in the paintings, and decades of life are turned into glory on white paper.
Painting with other people's souls is indeed a seemingly lucrative business. Lin Huai was not surprised at all, but this evil thing that hurt people's lives was regarded as a treasure by the painter with evil intentions.
... However, is this really a good thing that can make people a lot of money
If he hadn't seen the red dress in that painting before, Lin Huai could say "yes". Regardless of whether it is against the moral code, you can get famous paintings without having to bear the consequences of killing people; you can get works drawn with their souls, keep them as your own, and become famous painters without paying any price for them... For those who use this deadly painting set, this is an excellent business.
However.
Ordinary people's senses are dull, but Lin Huai can clearly feel the more mellow aroma that has accumulated over time from the paintings...
Deep hatred.
It comes from the hatred of the soul that has been imprisoned in the painting for eternity.
Among them, the boy with light chestnut hair had a blood-red collar without a teacher.
"Tsk, from this point of view, I have no doubt that the end of this painter was pulled into the painting, or killed by the ghost that broke through the painting..." Lin Huai thought happily, "This set of brushes should be Evil objects, that is, so-called objects that can bring curses to those who use them... It is impossible to leave this kind of thing to ordinary people for safekeeping. After the dungeon is over, I will reluctantly take it away. '
The sun had already set and the hour hand was pointing to nine o'clock, but Lin Huai had no intention of drinking black tea for a long time.
During the conversation, he once picked up black tea. As the rim of the cup approached his lips, he saw the corners of the painter's mouth slightly raised.
'Very common anesthetic. Lin Huai sniffed the content calmly, "This trick clearly looks down on me." '
Although being belittled by others, Lin Huai still felt the momentary happiness that his behavior brought to the other party.
As a very kind person, Lin Huai never hesitates to give happiness to others while enjoying himself. In order to make the painter happy several times, he deliberately raised the teacup many times, and received many happiness from the painter.
Happiness is two-way. While the painter is happy, Lin Huai also enjoys the joy of playing with other people's emotions.
"... Before I knew it, it was almost nine o'clock." Lin Huai said, "Time flies so fast."
The painter picked up his cup of black tea and took a sip, then smiled and said, "I've been talking all afternoon, aren't you thirsty? Or do you mean you don't like black tea?"
Lin Huai smiled embarrassedly, and looked at the cup in front of him: "Actually, I like black tea quite a bit, but I prefer iced black tea to hot black tea."
"It's getting late." Lin Huai stood up from the sofa, "It's almost time for me to..."
Seeing that he was about to leave, the painter felt a little anxious.
He looked at the cup of black tea, pursed his lips, and decided to use the last trump card.
"Actually..." He smiled wryly, "Although it's presumptuous to say this, but... I don't know whether I should say it or not..."
"Is there anything on your mind?" Lin Huai looked at him with a 45° tilt, "Is there anything that makes you miserable? You can share it with me."
The painter wanted to play hard, and shook his head with a wry smile: "Forget it, this kind of thing... just worrying about me alone is enough, how dare I let you bear it together..."
"It's okay." Lin Huai blinked his eyelashes, "I won't suffer pain. My favorite thing is to listen to other people's pain. I often get pleasure from other people's pain..."
painter:…
Lin Huai: "—the joy of helping others, maybe this is the so-called dedication."
Under Lin Huai's endless calls, the painter finally smiled wryly: "Actually, there is nothing special, but, occasionally at night..."
He paused intentionally, as if deliberately wanting to arouse Lin Huai's reverie about it.
Lin Huai has always been a very enthusiastic person, and he likes to help others solve their difficulties, or directly solve other people's difficulties when they cannot solve their difficulties. When he saw the painter was in a difficult situation, he must have been too embarrassed to speak out, so he decided to help him without hesitation and help him to express his problem.
Lin Huai: "It's just that they will move at night? Will they smile at you? Will they pull you into the painting?"
painter:…
Seeing the painter's speechless and suddenly terrified expression, Lin Huai touched his chin, thinking that he had missed the point.
He felt guilty for this, opened up his mind, and continued.
Lin Huai: "Will you hear crying from the canvas late at night? Will their expressions become more and more ferocious if they are not covered with black cloth? Will there be blood and tears in their eyes?"
painter:…
The corner of the painter's mouth twitched, Lin Huai patted him on the shoulder, and said sincerely: "Don't be afraid, if you encounter any weird things, you should tell them and share them with everyone. Let's help you think about it, You say a word to me, and the matter is solved like this, how great it is."
The painter continued to shake his head desperately: "Forget it... I really don't want to involve you in this matter, I..."
"But I'm already involved."
The painter continued playing hard to get: "No, you can't understand how I feel at this moment, I..."
"It's okay," Lin Huai said with a smile, "I may understand, I often encounter this kind of thing."
— Something about ghosts. Lin Huai thought in her heart.
—Innocence, enthusiasm, and willingness to help others.
The painter showed a troubled look, but secretly labeled Lin Huai in his heart.
Painters love innocent people, especially innocent, beautiful children. The innocent child always has indescribable enthusiasm, always has a sweet smile, and is always so easy... Trust his words and deeds.
Lin Huai was such a naive child, who was coaxed step by step by him...to throw himself into the trap.
"...It may also be because I live alone, so I always think too much." The painter smiled wryly, "Every night, I..."
Before he finished speaking, Lin Huai had already sat beside him.
"If you don't mind..." he said softly, "I'll stay and watch the night with you."
"real?"
The painter was a little surprised, Lin Huai's innocence surpassed his imagination.
In his plan, at least some rhetoric is needed to persuade Lin Huai to stay. However, Lin Huai was like a caring angel, a pure lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Without his asking, Lin Huai had already put his neck into the noose.
And all he needs to do is pull gently...
"What a shame..."
"You don't have to be embarrassed." Lin Huai smiled softly, "No matter what happens, don't just think about facing it alone. Since I plan to stay, you absolutely don't want to drive me away. After the matter is resolved Before, I would never leave here, and you... Don't even think about me leaving here. "
His voice was a little sinister and a little joyful. The painter is struck again by his innocence: "You..."
Lin Huai jumped off the sofa, he locked the door, gracefully lifted a cabinet, put it against the door, and clapped his hands. After finishing all this, he smiled and looked back at the painter: "Okay now, don't try to drive me out of here."
painter:…
He had never seen a lamb like Lin Huai who rushed to deliver himself to the mouths of wolves.
"Thank you for your warm hospitality today." Lamb blinked bright eyes, "I also brought you a gift this time..."
"A very special gift."
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