Ye Qing smiled bitterly, "I think so too, but the more I get to the back, the more uneasy I feel."
He took a sip of his tea, and the heat of the tea made his pale and bloodless face add some color to it, and it looked better.
"In the beginning, I only saw him alone, but then I saw more things."
Ye Qing didn't say clearly what he saw, but after a short pause, he talked about another strange thing.
"Because the look of the man in my dream has always scared me, and then I simply asked someone to draw his look, and then put it on the Internet to ask to see if anyone knew or knew."
Having said that, Ye Qing paused for a long time, and her breathing gradually accelerated.
"You know, what did I see on the Internet?"
At this moment, Meng Xiaotao took out his mobile phone and showed him what he had just checked, "Is it this?"
Ye Qing was taken aback for a moment, and when he saw the above content clearly, he nodded his head in a very soft voice, "Yes, that's right. It's him, Mitchell Lambert."
As early as when he talked about this, Meng Xiaotao curiously searched for the painter Mitchell Lambeau. Fortunately, although he was not well-known at the time, he still left a portrait of himself.
The picture of Mitchell Langbo is 18 or 9 years old, with a youthful and rebellious look, and looks pretty good.
But Meng Xiaotao always felt that there was some dissonance in the other party's self-portrait, but she couldn't figure it out until Gu Huaiyu said something.
"His eyes don't look so young."
Meng Xiaotao and Ye Qing were also shocked when they heard this, and then hurriedly went to see it, and found that it was really the case.
Although Mitchell Lambeau tried his best to paint what he looked like when he was young, when he painted his eyes, he still inevitably painted a feeling that he shouldn't have.
Gu Huaiyu continued to ask, "After you determined that the other party was Mitchell Lang Bo, what did you do?"
Ye Qing fell silent, he moaned, trying to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Instead, Gu Huaiyu saw it, "You want to sell the painting or give it away, right?"
Ye Qing looked at her in a little astonishment, and finally nodded weakly in her gaze.
He lowered his head in frustration, "Yes, I have done this before, but failed. Every time I send or sell the painting, I go home that night, the painting still appears in my room, you are my last If I still can’t sell it, I might be going to die.”
Every day I can see from the mirror that my body is getting thinner and thinner, and his skin is almost transparent and bloodless. I am indifferent to anything. It is obvious and clear that if this continues, he will be harmed by the painting. die.
So he was anxious.
Later, he inquired with many people, and finally overheard this strangely-ruled antique shop, and finally came here.
But when he first came, because of a lot of pressure in his heart, he never said anything about the painting. Until yesterday, he once again dreamed of the man.
"I dreamed of him again last night, and his complexion is getting better and better, just like a living person." On the contrary, he is becoming more and more like a dying person.
"He asked me a question last night that I had never asked before."
"What did you ask?" Gu Huaiyu asked.
Ye Qing licked the corners of his chapped lips, and said nervously and nervously, "He asked me last night if he would like to stay there with him."
"Then how did you answer?" Gu Huaiyu finally raised some interest.
There was an indescribable expression on Ye Qing's face, it looked ugly, and even a little frightened.
"He didn't give me a choice at all. After asking that sentence, he looked at me for a while and told me that he would come and pick me up in three days."
To sum up, it is the other party's strong buying and selling, and he has no chance to refuse.
"One day has passed today, and he will take me away in two days." Ye Qing's voice trembled and was anxious.
Therefore, the antique shop is his last hope. If after selling the painting today, he can still see the painting when he returns home tonight, he can only give up his fate.
Gu Huaiyu's expression sank, as if he was thinking about something.
On the contrary, Meng Xiaotao became interested in the painting, picked it up and studied it, but this time she saw something different.
The castle is still a castle, and the surrounding environment has not changed. The only difference is that there is no castle window. At this time, there seems to be a person hiding in the dark, standing in front of the window and looking through the window. outside world.
That kind of chilling eyes, even if you can't see clearly, still makes people feel it.
Meng Xiaotao shuddered, and then told Gu Huaiyu of her discovery.
As a result, when Gu Huaiyu picked it up and looked at it, there was no one there anymore.
Meng Xiaotao felt puzzled and scratched her head, "I actually saw it just now."
"Well, it's okay. Since he appeared just now, he will appear again sooner or later." Gu Huaiyu said.
When Ye Qing saw a figure in the window where Meng Xiaotao saw a figure, he was so scared that he shrank his body, staring at the painting not far from him with horror in his eyes.
"I saw it." Ye Qing's voice trembled. "I saw him. He was looking at me just now."
Look at him through the painting.
He clearly felt the malicious look in his eyes, his body trembled involuntarily, and his heart contracted fiercely. He seemed to have heard what the other party said.
He said, you can't escape.
Those words were like a curse, entwined in his heart.
Because of the angle problem, when Meng Xiaotao picked up the painting, he was facing him directly, so he could clearly see the situation on the painting.
Gu Huaiyu saw that there was something wrong with him, and soothed him, "Don't worry, since this painting has reached me, it is impossible to leave here."
Her words were like a life-saving straw, Ye Qing stared at her tightly, seeming to want her promise.
"Can you guarantee that he won't return to me again?!"
"Um."
However, some guarantees are used to be broken.
Gu Huaiyu held the phone with an ugly expression, listening to the horrified voice from the other side of the phone, and the shelf in front of her was empty.
"He appeared! He appeared!"
"He is in my room! He is looking at me, what to do, what to do?!!!"
"He stood outside, he came over, he won't let me go, please help me, hurry up, hurry up... toot."
The call was forcibly hung up.
Gu Huaiyu put down the phone with a gloomy expression and looked at the empty shelf. Before that, there was a painting here, but now the painting is gone.