Soul Painter

21st century.

Paris.

When the light of dawn emerges.

The doorbell of the painter's apartment was rang.

Anna, who was guarding Lawrence by the bed, first glanced at Mr. Manager's condition after hearing the bell ringing. It was not bad. The black hairs on his skin had stopped growing, and like withered leaves, they slid from the skin. Falling down and covering the entire bed, Anna worried that these black hairs contained strange germs, so she kept picking them up and burning them.

Now, Mr. Agent, who has been struggling and moaning all the time, has fallen asleep at this moment. Although he is still frowning, it is obvious to the naked eye that he has been freed from the biggest and most dangerous disaster in his life. As for who Saved him, Anna is still not clear.

But it must have something to do with the accident last night. Last night, the whole of Paris, there was a whole night of bombardment like a war. It was not until the early hours of the morning that it slowly quieted down, but the sound of gunfire was still sporadic. , incessantly. .

Different from the trembling state of most Paris residents, Anna felt that the disaster should have passed through the gradually improving condition of Mr. Agent, and the truth was as she expected, the agent turned the corner, and the sound of gunfire gradually disappeared. With the dawn of a new day shining across Paris, the city has been given a new lease of life.

The doorbell rang at this moment.

Anna tidied up her clothes and went to open the door.

At the door is an old gentleman. He is well-dressed and well-mannered. He seems to be ready to attend the president's banquet at any time. He has a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, but his gray eyes make Anna feel shivering. Those are a pair of emotionless eyes, no Like a human being, rather like a **** of death.

"Dear Miss Anne, I'm Luc Villier, you may not have heard the name, but I'm old friends with Mr. Govan," said the old gentleman.

"Gao is not here now," Anna held the door, she sensed the danger, so she didn't want to let the gentleman in, "you can come back another day."

"I just came to appreciate the latest works created by the 'painter'." As he said, Luc Villier took out and opened his most expensive pocket watch as if confirming the time. Like a compass, it pointed firmly to the apartment in front of him, and it pointed so firmly that it even trembled slightly.

"There is no doubt that the 'painter' is changing history," said Luc Villier, before pressing the button on his pocket watch.

click.

A soft crunch.

Anna felt like she was being stolen for a few seconds.

Because of the next scene, Luc Villier had passed her and stood in the living room of the apartment.

click.

One more sound.

Luc Villier and Anna stand together at the entrance of the studio on the second floor.

Here is the "Sakura Snow".

Luc Villier stood in front of the painting, sincerely admiring it.

"A great work that is enough to save a country, that's why I trust the 'painter' so much." Luc Villier's tone inexplicably reminded Anna of those SS soldiers who confiscated Jewish properties. Demons who pull out their guns to kill in a blink of an eye.

click.

Another soft sound.

In front of Luc Villier is already this 1.8-meter by 1.2-meter "Paris".

"It's another work that has reached the pinnacle of human beings in both mystical significance and aesthetic value." Luc Villier sighed, "Unfortunately, the 'painter' has stepped into the restricted area, and he should not use the authority given him by God to Interfering with the history of human civilization will only make the already fragile human civilization even more at risk."

While delivering such a tirade, Luc Villier also attempted to destroy the painting by pulling a lighter from his pocket.

meow~

A sharp meow.

I don't know what God came to the studio, he shot up from the ground and shot at Luc Villier like a black arrow.

Luc Villier pressed his pocket watch.

The time angel controls time.

Unless there is the same mystery to counteract it, he is like a **** walking in another dimension in front of mortals. What he does can't be interfered, can't be interfered, but this time, he miscalculated.

Meow!

Luc Villier didn't get rid of the black cat's attack. The black cat ignored the mystery of his manipulation of time, jumped on him, raised his claws and scratched his cheek fiercely. There was a wound, but the injury was not serious. At the critical moment, Luc Villier avoided the key point with an instinctive physical response.

"Is it contaminated? Or is it a divine creature?" Luc Villier was not surprised, after all, it was the painter's cat, and it was also a cat.

Luc Villier first raised his hand to block God's continuous attacks, and the other hand held the dagger that fell from his sleeve. With his well-honed fighting skills, it was not difficult or impossible to kill a cat. What moral scruples are there, he has killed hundreds of human beings thousands of times that.

"Don't!" Anna screamed, she watched Luc Villiers show a dagger in her hand, and it was about to pierce the black cat's body in the next second, she stopped her voice, but her time was stolen again, and she could only Watching this tragic scene unfold.

at this time.

Suddenly the phone rang.

The source of the ringtone was in Luc Villier's pocket.

The bell rang smartly.

Luc Villier could not take it, but inspiration reminded him that it was better to take it.

So Luc Villier grabbed the black cat's neck with one hand, took out his mobile phone with the other hand, and looked at the caller's name that appeared on the phone screen.

No name.

Only symbols like '?' are displayed.

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"Hello?" Luc Villier answered the phone.

"Mr. Painter needs a little time, a few hours is enough." There was a delicate voice from the operator over there.

"Time is the thing I lack the most." Luc Villier sighed, "Is three minutes enough?"

"Mr. 'Time Angel', not all the time that is interfered will lead to human destruction." The operator persuaded Luc Villier, "Can you give up your persecution paranoia, human beings will not be changed because of being changed. Two historical events were destroyed. UU reading www.uukanshu.com”

"One or two historical events are accompanied by the disappearance of hundreds of pillars." Luc Villier frowned, "We all understand what pillars mean. That is proof of the existence of human civilization. The reduction in the number of pillars, It means that our existence value is diminishing, and eventually human civilization will disappear, like those ancient races that disappeared."

"So you would rather maintain an illusory appearance of civilization?" The operator said this, and paused for a while. This is a difference in philosophy that has been debated many times, which has led to different principles of conduct among various investigator organizations, so there is no point in arguing about it.

"30 minutes," the operator said. "In 30 minutes you can destroy the painting."

"As you wish, dear lady operator." Luc Villier hung up the phone and turned on his pocket watch to start the time.

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