Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 68 Exposure
At first, Wilson really didn't see that the human-dog thing was a ghoul.

He originally only regarded this creature as some kind of intelligent beast.

When it comes to ghouls, we have to mention the legend that originally wandered around the cemetery with ghouls—vampires.

Different from ghouls, vampires have various derivations and legends. In modern times, they have become more and more synonymous with elegance. Weird, very well-known.

And ghouls... To be honest, except for some games that treat this creature as some kind of mob, or some novels that mention it slightly, it seems that only Tokyo Foodies have derived this creature into main character.

Well, the reason why it became like this may be because ghouls are not good-looking, and they are generally mixed with cemeteries and rotting corpses.Except for the beautified version of the drama, the others are either rotten like zombies, or monsters like hyenas.

The setting is also not as trendy and up-to-date as vampires.

This has resulted in ghouls not being very well known.

It wasn't until the artist implicitly suggested that they ate corpses in cemeteries that Wilson barely realized that these things were probably ghouls.

The painter's reaction made him more sure of this.

After hearing the term Wilson spit out, he was obviously very surprised. The hand holding the flashlight trembled, and the pale light hit the face of the unexpected visitor tonight. The gold-rimmed glasses reflected a strange light. Light, the light-colored eyes under the frame seem to glow against the light source.

It was as if some kind of existence under that human body was looking at him.

A burning feeling of being exposed to the sun climbed up his nerves, the painter subconsciously took a step back into the darkness, and grunted out a voice from his throat: "You..."

Those waxy light-colored eyes blinked slowly, and soon the feeling disappeared under the glass lens, and it quickly seemed like an illusion.

Only the remnants of the artist's nerve endings reminded him.

"Who are you?" The painter gasped and shouted in a low voice.

After coming into contact with that dark world and being gradually accepted by that world, it was the first time he felt this inexplicable burning, like a natural nemesis.

This strange guy knocked on his door suddenly this evening, claiming to be visiting his works.Originally, he was turned upside down day and night, and he didn't think so much, and the other party did not stop praising him after seeing his paintings, so he let down his guard unknowingly!
And brought this to his underground studio, the underground studio connected to the underground tunnel!

I didn't expect this guy to recognize what he drew directly!And just now...

The painter's vigilance was instantly full.

"Hmm..." Wilson screamed secretly, he didn't expect to be so stressed just by saying a word.

It is not incomprehensible to think about it carefully. The painter has always painted these strange existences with his head covered, chasing the shadows in the darkness wholeheartedly.Of course he knew that people would not accept these, and buried those existences in his heart, which became a strictly sealed secret in his heart.

And what Wilson is doing now is equivalent to directly exposing what the other party has hidden for many years.Anyone who changed it would jump in surprise.

Wilson scolded himself in his heart, and then raised a bright smile:

"No... These are just my guesses. I am very interested in those wonderful creatures. After seeing your paintings, I guessed it based on some legends I have learned before."

"Who are you?" The painter read word by word, his dark eyes fixed on each other.

He frowned and looked tense, as if he didn't believe what Wilson said at all.

Wilson raised his eyebrows, realizing that something was wrong.The painter is not asking why he knows what is painted, but who he is.

Where is he exposed?

Or is it because of some of his actions that he suspects that he is not a guest who came to appreciate the work?

Wilson's smile gradually subsided, looking at the painter who retreated unconsciously.

Why does it feel like he is a villain...

"Ok."

Wilson waved his hand and looked innocently at the painter in the shadows: "Please, don't be like this, I was just passing by... Then I heard strange noises under your house, so I wanted to take a look."

"But I also really like your work." Wilson smiled helplessly, "This gives me a chance to see a real corner of the world."

"If I'm not mistaken, the models you drew are your friends. Are you familiar with them? Have you been with them for a long time? I feel that your body is gradually getting closer to them."

"Can you hear it?" The painter looked at the mysterious guest opposite him in surprise.

"Yes." Wilson nodded, and pointed to the ground, "I can still feel the intricate tunnels below."

Although it was scanned by Zhuomu, they are one after all, and it is not wrong to say that he felt it.

The painter looked at Wilson even more surprised.

"you are not human?"

"..."

The muscles in the corners of Wilson's eyes twitched.

Who are you calling inhumane?

"It is impossible for human beings to have abilities like yours!" The painter's tone was shocked, "Who are you?"

"……"Smile.

"It doesn't matter who I am..." Wilson maintained the smile on his face, "I'm sorry I didn't tell the truth at first. But after seeing your painting, I really admire it from the bottom of my heart. I don't There is no malice, just a little bit of interest in the mystery of this underground."

Wilson looked into the painter's eyes sincerely: "I really want to know the stories behind these paintings and the mysterious family of ghouls. Could you introduce your friend?"

The painter hesitated for a moment.

The previous behavior of this guest did not seem to be fake, he was really interested in his works, and his tone was very sincere, it didn't look like he was lying.

Although the feeling of the sun burning just now made him a little jealous, but before they chatted very well, the other party did not have the pedantry of those ignorant humans at all, and their vision and aesthetics were very unusual.

Painters are still very willing to become friends and confidants with each other.

"Okay." The painter nodded slowly, "Well... I'll ask those friends in the underground... If they are willing, I will introduce it to you."

　I'm a little busy tonight, and the next update will probably be at noon tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)