MTL - Midnight Offering: Hades’s Little Pet-Chapter 53 Friends gift painting

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I saw a little chicken's face turned blue and purple, and there was an answer in his heart, but he desperately gave him two winks. He seemed to understand my idea, and suddenly stood up from his seat.

"That ... you and me."

I heard a sound of protest behind me, almost all of them female fans. Some of them expressed doubts to me, but they were more dissatisfied, and of course, mixed with jealousy and envy.

The response of a little chicken confirmed my thoughts—he knew about evil spirits, otherwise he would not understand the meaning of my words.

Only in the subconscious, he knew what was going on in that area, and then he thought about the words that I was unable to express.

"Sorry, guys, I have a problem with her to solve. Please be calm and calm. You can enjoy my work first. I will be back as soon as possible."

When a little chicken finished speaking, he gave me a wink. I followed him and hurriedly left the exhibition hall and walked towards the back door.

There should be a place for the organizers to rest. Going inside is a short corridor. There is a closed door at the end of the corridor, and the toilet sign can be seen by the door.

There are two doors on each side, and we walk together towards the second lane on the right. A sign is on the door: the staff rest room.

"Come in now. There is no one now. My agent is outside to help me manage the order. I won't come in at the moment."

He pointed his finger at the folding chair next to the table and said, "Please sit down." He said as he took a disposable plastic cup and planned to pour water for me.

I said politely: "No, it's not safe here. Someone will come in at any time. Let's make a quick decision, to make a long story short."

A little chicken still poured me a cup of warm water and I quickly thanked him and watched him sit down opposite him.

"Don't call me a chick, just call me Wang Hongrui privately. This is my real name."

After he introduced himself, I naturally exchanged his name with him: "I'm Rong Hua, I'm calm and prosperous."

Wang Hongrui nodded, took down my name, and stared straight at me, with a strange light in his eyes: "Are you ... the one studying that area?"

I heard him asking such a sentence headlessly, and immediately interpreted it. I shook my head with a smile and thought slightly, then said, "No, I'm not a researcher. To be honest, I can see To ghosts, to sense them. "

As soon as I finished speaking, I regretted it a bit. The existence of ghosts is not recognized by most people in the world, let alone what I say now. I will not believe it if I listen to others. I will still think that I am a neuropathy.

Even if Wang Hongrui was really exposed to some strange things, would I say that it would cause his dislike? Will it scare him?

But the fact is that in his eyes, there was only surprise, and I still saw sympathy in his eyes.

Indeed ... this kind of thing is worthy of sympathy no matter who it is put on ...

I smiled helplessly and opened the topic: "Now is not the time to discuss me, let me talk about it first, I feel the spirit of evil spirits in this exhibition hall, you tell what you have encountered, maybe I can help you."

Wang Hongrui is a painter I like very much. If he really hits something unclean, I will definitely help.

In addition to the girl of An Ning, I think that even if I don't help, that girl will definitely beg Grandpa in private and want to help him.

It's better to come up with it yourself first, if things are easy to solve, then come by yourself.

The demon is still around, and he should not have any opinion.

I glanced at the ghost while Wang Hongrui was in a trance.

His face was always facing the wall next to me. There was nothing on the white wall, but his gaze looked at it.

I was puzzled. Suddenly, my body trembled, as if I understood something, and my heart was shocked.

Opposite that wall, isn't it the first room on the right? Can't do it ...

"Rong Hua, I ... I don't know where to start."

Wang Hongrui made a noise, and he frowned, and the dark circles under his eyes became heavier. It was even more obvious in the lounge lit by incandescent lights.

Wu Qing Wu Qing, plus now, he lowered his eyes, the loneliness and hesitation in his eyes, I see them all.

"You say it, I listen."

I got closer to him, comforting me, "I'm your fan. What problems do you have, especially in that respect, after all, I've been in touch with some ghosts."

He ca n’t say it. I can understand how it would be easy to say who would encounter that issue.

However, if the evil spirit troubled him, shouldn't he say it easily, why hesitated for so long now that he couldn't make a word?

"Last month, I received a picture from a friend overseas. There were a total of six. These are the pictures. Something went wrong ..."

painting?

I looked at him strangely, his forehead began to sweat, the staff room was not air-conditioned, and the room felt sweltering for a while.

"That friend is a fan of collecting paintings and a fan of mine. Three months ago, I received six paintings through a channel. They were painted by a well-known metaphysical painter who has passed away."

"It is said that the painter was mentally ill, and no one appreciated his paintings until his death. Until recently, the place where he kept his paintings was discovered, and a large number of paintings were requested for auction."

"Those paintings have problems?"

I heard him murmuring there, the voice was very light, and the look on his face was even heavier. The two eyebrows were almost twisted together. Seeing that this little fresh meat was going to be sad by something, I hurried out "You say, is there something wrong with the painting?"

I'm anxious, he keeps shouting, in case he hasn't spoken, or is about to speak, someone comes in, what to do?

If this kind of public place is heard, or if it is told from Wang Hongrui's own population, his reputation will also be damaged.

"Shocked! The genius painter has a delusion in a little chicken. Every day he is fantasized by ghosts. Sure enough, geniuses are crazy!"

It is certain that such a headline will appear on Weibo the next day. He will be used by a bunch of unscrupulous marketing numbers to gain popularity. Now that no one is there, he will understand things clearly.

It's one thing to be too late to resolve, always make it clear.

Wang Hongrui finally responded, nodded, and I could see that his hands were shaking.

"After I got them, I took them home and put them in the storeroom." He swallowed and looked nervous.

He was recalling the scene at that time.

I looked at him silently, and looked at him seriously, trying to give him strength in this way. "At the time, the frames were covered by white cloth and tied with red ropes, and I didn't open them."

He wiped his forehead with his back, and continued: "From the night when I got it back, something happened at home."

I frown and draw? If it is really like what he said, is it possible that the evil spirit will be attached to the painting?

According to him, the painter is a man from the 1940s. His paintings from such a long time have been hidden somewhere and were not auctioned until three months ago?

It is indeed possible that it will become the living thing of evil spirits.

I continued to listen to him whispering, and by the way kept my heart, listening to the footsteps outside the door.

"I began to have weird dreams. I dreamed that I was standing in a room with six paintings on the four walls. It was the ones I brought back that day. One was scratching his back, his body was bare, and his skin was too white The man was on all fours, lying in front of himself, with a sack covered in his face, and a pair of red eyes glowing fiercely. "

His voice began to tremble.

As he spoke, his emotions became more and more excited.

"He faced me, then quickly turned away, and disappeared into my sight for a while, and then all the dust cloths covered in the painting fell to the ground ..."

When he said this, he paused, panting violently, his face flushed red, as if he was out of breath! He clasped his head in despair, hissing like a beast.

"The paintings ... the paintings ..."

His mouth kept repeating these three words, but he didn't say anything. His eyes were slightly convex, his eyes were red, bloodshot filled his eyes, and the blue veins on his neck exploded.

I knew things couldn't go on. I hurried to him, put my hands on his shoulders, and whispered, "Calm, calm, I'm here."

"If you're afraid, don't think about it, don't think about it."

"I won't force you, don't ask."

I sighed. Just listening to his words and the performance of him just now, I have confirmed everything he said.

There are problems with the pictures given by fan friends.

"Drawing next door."

The demon slowly opened his eyes, still looking at the empty wall next to him, his voice was a little tight.

He's nervous ...

I glanced at the ghost, it is rare, no matter what type of ghost he meets, he will be a little dignified at most, but not nervous.

But I saw his fists clenched to his side and saw his condition.

What did you paint on those six paintings?

With my comfort, Wang Hongrui finally relaxed, and his two hands clenching his head were also released, and the person instantly became extremely decadent, like a discouraged ball, slipping to the ground.

"I want to solve them, throw them, I want to burn them!"

He looked at his hands and said helplessly, "But I can't. These are all from my friend. How can I burn it? How can I throw it?"

"If one day my friend comes back from overseas to visit me and ask me about the portrait, can I not hide him?"

He was a little bit emotional, incoherent, and almost cried: "Let me hide this secret from my friends for a lifetime, I can't do it! I can't do it!"