Soul Painter

Lin Senhao is probably dead.

Although Lawrence watched the live TV broadcast, he only saw the explosion, and the live broadcast was interrupted. After that, he did not see the obituary confirming that Lin Senhao was dead, but according to his conversation with Gao Fan not long ago, he judged that Lin Senhao really seemed to be dead.

Are you really dead?

In order to prove this, Lawrence searched the Internet for all the clues, but at this moment, the media around the world began to be secretive about the explosion, and no one was discussing this.

The media of various countries, which usually seem to be very 'free' and 'democratic', become less 'free' and 'democratic' once they encounter issues that state managers think are not suitable for discussion.

Obviously, those heads of state are afraid that these discussions will provoke the demons and allow the demons to re-launch their attacks on human civilization.

Lawrence told Gaofan the news, he felt that Gaofan should know, after all, it is related to the work he is creating.

After Gao Fan heard the news, he was stunned in front of the painting he was drawing for five minutes. Just when Lawrence thought the painter was overly sad, Gao Fan began to talk to himself.

"It doesn't matter, when the painting is finished, I can ask Lin Senhao how he died, whether he committed suicide, or was murdered by his relatives." Gao Fan said to Anna.

Um. Anna nodded in agreement.

"But I'm afraid I've fallen into Lin Senhao's trap again. He must have guessed that I would be curious about why he did this." Gao Fan muttered to himself with a somewhat paranoid expression.

It is possible. Anna nodded in agreement.

"But anyway, I have to finish this painting first... Then let's continue~" Gao Fan said, and said to Anna, "AA, it's really nice to discuss with you, because you have always supported me!"

Anna smiled.

Lawrence, who was watching this scene next to him, complained wildly in his heart. Is this a discussion?

…

This is the day after The Bostonian was lost.

Now, Lawrence looked out the window of the villa with a worried expression.

Searches and inspections on the streets of Boston have continued unabated. Almost most Boston citizens have joined the search. Many people have been sleepless all night, anxiously looking for this great work that represents the soul of the city. The painter's villa on the Charles River was found, but that moment was not far away.

Whenever a citizen passed by the painter's villa, he would always look here with a suspicious expression, and this phenomenon became especially evident on the second day of the disappearance of "The Bostonian".

When looking out the window of his room on the second floor of the Lawrence Station Villa, he dared not look at these citizens. It seems that the citizens of Boston are gradually framing the existence of a missing oil painting through the spirit and will of the public.

The center of this range is the painter's villa.

In the early morning of the second day, more and more citizens began to hang around in front of the painter's villa. Although they had not knocked on the door of the painter's villa, Lawrence felt that the moment was not far away. You can see the silent, sad, anxious people on the street.

They are like worker ants who have lost their queen. Those silences can turn into outbreaks, those sorrows can turn into anger, and those anxiety are more likely to turn into force. Now Boston, after a whole night of fermentation, has become like a pot The boiling hot oil, as long as a drop of water splashes in, will cause a disaster like a landslide and a tsunami.

Gu Zhuo</span> At that moment, even Gao Fan and Anna, who were respected by them, would be shattered in this disaster... Thinking of this, Lawrence even shuddered.

Lawrence really wanted to hand over the painting...

At this moment, Lawrence suddenly heard a silent thunderbolt.

In this early morning, Lawrence, who was standing at the window and looked out, saw a marvelous scene, that is, during the investigation on the street that had been going on all night, the citizens who had prepared their own weapons suddenly raised their heads to the sky in unison, followed by every The faces of the citizens of Boston showed extremely frightened expressions.

But when Lawrence looked up, he didn't see anything unusual in the sky, but the panic and despair of the Boston citizens on the street seemed to see the devil destroying the world.

Is it...

Lawrence thought of one thing, he immediately turned around and ran to the painter's studio.

Although there is only a few dozen meters of road, going up and down a flight of stairs, when the manager ran to the studio in the villa, he was out of breath, but what caught his eye at the moment made him not even dare to breathe. scene.

Gawain is scratching the colors on The Bostonian.

The painter didn't care about his movements, as if he was dealing with a potato.

"Little, junior brother..." Lawrence murmured. At this moment, his heart was beating wildly, his hands and feet were sweating, his throat seemed to be pinched by someone, and the whole person fell into a state of extreme panic.

Ah? Gao Fan is scraping 'infinite red' into a large basin. When the paint falls, it looks like a piece of red falling snow. Devil paint has a shelf life, but after it is painted, mystery and human belief will make it The effect lasts forever.

At this moment, if the "Bostonian" is re-scraped into paint, whether it will take effect again, Gao Fan is not sure, just "divination", it can be done, but the details, such as how long the shelf life is, are not sure.

"Look outside," Lawrence said to Goff.

"I'm not free."

Gao Fan is scratching "The Bostonian", while Anna is scratching "Redemption", two oil painting art treasures that can be ranked in the top ten auction prices in the history of modern art, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is like two A potato was scraped into two pots.

"Everyone is crazy." Lawrence held back his voice and kept his voice soft, he couldn't lose his temper, otherwise he would scare the two painters, "When you destroyed The Bostonian, they seemed to have a sense, every time Everyone is standing on the street looking blankly at the sky, their expressions are very frightened, a little scary..."

"Well, after all, this painting and their souls are linked together, it will definitely be uncomfortable." Gao Fan said.

"but…"

At this moment, Lawrence, Gaofan, and Anna all heard the cry. The cry was surging around the villa like sea water. Lawrence's expression changed, and he was busy running to the window to see. The window of the studio was opposite. Facing the courtyard, you must go to the window on the other side of the corridor to see the street view.

When Lawrence looked out of the window, he was even more frightened. Because of the Boston citizens standing stunned on the street, they began to cry. Converging into a sea, surging in the ears of Mr. Broker.

Crazy, crazy...

Lawrence felt an inexplicable pressure. This kind of grief was so real and happened to all the citizens in front of him at the same time that Lawrence's scalp was numb, and he felt as if he had fallen into a volcanic crater that was about to erupt...

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