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Chapter 162 The Painter
Tang Long had only encountered the situation where the ghost pupils only jumped for a moment and then stopped moving once, that is when he met Su Lei's sister Su Jing, and he had not yet found out the reason for that time.

Now that he saw someone who would make his pupils twitch only once, of course he would be wary.

At this time, Bi Shihua had already impatiently dealt with Wan Delu's scolding, and sat down carelessly. Without saying hello, he picked up a large piece of boiled cabbage and put it into his mouth.

"You, you, you, what do you look like!" Wan Delu shouted angrily. The good impression he had finally left on Mr. Tang was completely defeated in a few seconds.

"It's okay. If he's hungry, let him eat first." Tang Long was not angry, but observed the man in front of him with interest.

It seems that Director Bi has been in a bit of a depression after his last movie was a hit. Maybe he hasn't had any good works in the past few years.

"The ghost eyes have stopped beating, the strange smell can't hear the sound, and the spirit smell can't smell the rotten smell of the ghost." He frowned and looked at Bi Shihua. Apart from his appearance, which was a bit unconventional, this Bi Shihua really didn't have anything. question.

"This guy is definitely not a ghost master, but there is something weird about him."

Tang Long made up his mind to find out the truth behind the matter today. Su Jing has been working in the horror paradise, with Yingying and Wang Feng in charge of surveillance. But if Bi Shihua's situation is not clear, he can't trust Zhang Mengdie. Make a movie for him.

Soon, Bi Shihua cleared away the remaining dishes, grabbed the 82 Lafite that Wan Delu had placed next to him, and blew half of the bottle in one go.

"I'm a little curious now. If I hadn't spoken, would Mr. Wan be so angry that he would just beat him up."

Tang Long felt a little malicious in his heart, but he still felt that business was more important, so he said: "Director Bi, I have watched your movie before, and it is indeed quite exciting."

"It's easy to talk about." Bi Shihua patted his belly with satisfaction, "You want to invest, right? Let's start with a small target to see his strength."

Wan Delu and Wu Yuechan couldn't help but their eyelids twitched. Are you trying to solicit sponsorship?

"Money is not an issue." Tang Long chuckled, "But before investing, I want to see if you are really that talented."

"What do you think?" Bi Shihua sat up straight with interest when he mentioned the word talent. It was obvious that he was indeed quite conceited.

"Let's talk about your last movie." Tang Long said calmly, "Your previous works were basically literary and artistic films that were well-received but not well-received. How high the reviews were, the box office was low."

Just while the other party was eating, Tang Long checked Bi Shihua's information. Sure enough, from the perspective of a ghost controller, he immediately realized that something was abnormal.

"But your last film was an uncharacteristically horror film. The scene construction, character casting and atmosphere were all amazing. It became your film with the best reputation and highest box office."

Tang Long said while observing Bi Shihua's expression. It can be seen that when he mentioned this movie, he felt a little unnatural and had no sense of pride that this was his famous work.

"So here, I would like to ask you what is the source of inspiration for this movie. You once threatened to make a horror trilogy, why did you only make one movie and then stop? With the appeal of your last movie, It should be easy to attract investment.”

Bi Shihua's expression changed several times, and finally he gritted his teeth and stood up: "If you want to invest in a horror movie, I'm sorry, I will never make a horror movie again."

As he said that, he didn't even bother to pay attention to Wan Delu, and turned around to leave. However...

"Bam—!"

A deafening gunshot made Bi Shihua stop in his tracks. After he was convinced that the other party's anomaly was in that movie, Tang Long did not hesitate to change from eliciting a confession to coercing a confession.

"Unfortunately, if you don't make it clear today, it will be difficult for you to leave this room." Tang Long fired a warning shot without hesitation, and then slapped his pistol on the table, "Believe me, even if I kill you on the spot here, , and there will definitely be no one, and no one will dare to help you redress your grievances."

"you you……"

Bi Shihua, an ordinary person who had never seen such a battle before, was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

Not to mention him, even Wan Delu and Wu Yuechan were startled, and Tang Long had already used the ghost domain to cover the entire box before shooting, which not only prevented people outside from panicking after hearing the sound of gunshots, In order to prevent bullets from hurting people randomly, he was not using a golden pistol, so the bullets had been transferred away the moment he fired.

At this moment, Wu Yuechan finally understood why Mr. Wan was so flattering to Mr. Tang.

What is the identity of a person who dares to shoot randomly in Dajing City?
"Now, I'll give you half a minute to sort out your words. After half a minute, you won't be able to speak out, and your brain will explode."

"Ah! Ahaha——!"

At this time, Bi Shihua belatedly realized what a terrifying guy he had encountered, and screamed out in horror. "Crying?" Tang Long raised his voice, "Crying counts as time!"

Although this kind of questioning was simple and crude, it was quite effective. Bi Shihua closed his mouth on the spot, got up tremblingly from the ground, and slumped in his seat.

After a few seconds, he picked up the bottle and drank the rest of the Lafite in one gulp, took two breaths, and suddenly pulled off the shabby tie.

"I said, do you believe it?"

"As long as you dare to say it, I dare to believe it." Tang Long said lazily, "And I will never embarrass you in the future."

Bi Shihua paused and seemed to be sorting out his words: "I used to think that I was an artist. Although the movies I made were not popular, it was because the audience was too vulgar, the film critics were too vulgar, and the investors were too vulgar... "

Tang Long didn't interrupt him to talk nonsense. If you want to get information from someone, you have to show enough respect, not to mention he is not short of time now.

"Until I met that person." Bi Shihua gasped twice, with a morbid and enthusiastic expression on his face, "Richard Pickman, he is the real artist, and there is no doubt that he is the best in the world of human painting. A masterpiece that only Leonardo da Vinci, Picasso and other legends can compare with."

"painter?"

Tang Long's eyes narrowed. He didn't know how to draw or appreciate paintings, but for a ghost controller who had just experienced the ghost painting incident, just the word "painting" was enough to alert him.

What's more, there seems to be a king codenamed Painter in the king's organization.

Bi Shihua seemed to be trapped in memories of chaos, joy and fear. He completely ignored whether there was anyone around him and just talked to himself.

"It was five years ago when I was 30 years old. I had been depressed and was not recognized by the mainstream film and television industry. I was going to go abroad to relax. It was also because I always felt that domestic art was too conservative, so I wanted to go abroad to see those dark enough films. Crazy, real art.”

"I met him at an art exhibition in an unknown small country. Richard Pickman, a madman dressed like a tramp, was sitting in the corner and painting enthusiastically with a cheap drawing board and brushes. He is looking at something, he seems to be in a state of burst of inspiration."

"I was a little curious at the time, because even if there were people painting there, they would sit or stand near the famous paintings, imitating the gimmick of painting to attract tourists, and this guy sat directly in the corner, never raising his head from beginning to end, holding his hands The speed of getting up is getting faster and faster, and the corners of the mouth are rising higher and higher, as if I am feeling endless happiness."

"Perhaps it was because the other person also had a depressed appearance. I felt that I sympathized with him, so I walked over to see what he was drawing, and then..."

Bi Shihua showed a morbid smile: "I just realized how narrow my vision is. Those paintings hung on the walls and carefully framed, those painters who live in the greenhouse and are highly sought after, are nothing compared to him!"

"I repeat, only Richard Pickman is the best contemporary painter!"

"He is a genius who can create monsters with his wonderful pen and identify monsters with his sharp eyes. His paintings even make a biting cold wind blow in the depths of my soul, while third-rate horror movies or comics will only make me smile with contempt. This is the essential difference between a master and a mediocre person. .”

"A very interesting point of view." Tang Long said lightly, "Unfortunately, I have not seen this master's works with my own eyes, so I cannot resonate with you."

"I can describe it to you!" Bi Shihua seemed to have been suppressed for too long, but now he couldn't wait to share the matter, "It was a dark, old apartment with thick walls, very narrow windows, and everything outside It had iron bars and looked more like a mental hospital than an apartment.”

"Its outer wall is stained with stains, and there is some dark red ominous filth that is creepy. The door in the middle is open, and there are actually lights flashing inside, seeming to invite everyone to step into hell."

"What's more important is that the scenes behind each window are different. There are swaying figures, distorted shapes, chaotic images like murder scenes, and some people who seem to be painting their eyebrows and temples in front of the dressing table. Female silhouette..."

"Can you imagine? Behind every window, please note that there is a unique picture behind every window. It seems that there are countless human and even non-human beings living in it. I still miss it and dream about it countless times at midnight. You will also see this painting.”

"Does this apartment have a name?" After hearing the other party's description, Tang Long suddenly had an unknown thought.

"Yes." Bi Shihua nodded and affirmed, "Right above the door, there is a dazzling neon light. It is not so much a light as it is words composed of coagulated blood clots."

"Illusion Apartment."

"Sure enough, it's a different apartment." Tang Long frowned deeply. The homeless man Bi Shihua met was definitely not an ordinary person.

In other words, he may have been a vagabond at that time, but he was a vagabond with supernatural powers. Later, he gradually became involved in supernatural events, and eventually grew into one of the leaders of the King's organization, a painter!
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