"That's the end of today's exhibition, welcome to come back next time!"

Angelella sent off the last wave of tourists with a somewhat stiff smile, and finally let out a long breath, patted her cheek, and said to herself, "Damn it...... I'm fed up with this stupid job, and the damn rules, what is the most formal and friendly smile with eight teeth? To hell with it...... The question of those tourists is so stupid and ignorant that I can only tell lies, and if it weren't for the reward of one silver sel for seven days, I would have ...... long ago."

Muttering and complaining, she changed out of her work uniform, walked out of the exhibition hall, found a coffee shop with familiarity, and a moment later, came out with a paper bag containing two long loaves of bread with the aroma of cream.

After returning to her apartment, Angelella hummed a little tune and lit the stove, began to simmer coffee, and fried two slices of bacon meat by the way, the crispy golden bacon with a rich aroma, sandwiched in bread is a great treat.

If you mix it with a vegetable salad, I'm afraid it's just that in the heaven of the gods, right?

No way! Angelella, you still have thirty goldpunk mortgages to pay off, you can't be so extravagant......

Angelella suppressed the thought of cooking another dish, quickly eliminated the dinner, and went to the bedroom with her coffee.

The furnishings are simple, with only one oil painting hanging from the wall, and a variety of colorful lines form an abstract and distorted eye, which is accentuated by the dark colors around it.

At the bottom right of the painting, a floral signature indicates that it was written by Vincent.

And if you find an appraiser to identify it, you can find that it is absolutely genuine!

"If you can sell it...... It's not as dreamy, but there's always a thousand gold punks, right? When the time comes...... I don't have to worry about any mortgage, I can live in the villa directly......"

Angelella stared at the huge eye and smiled wryly.

This painting is her nightmare! Nightmares that can't get rid of! No matter how much it is destroyed, or discarded, it will always appear at her bedside the next day.

Even......

Angelella stared at the hazy distorted eyes.

This eye seemed to have a unique change tonight, it seemed to come to life, and suddenly blinked.

Grunt! Grunt!

From the pupils, a large amount of blood immediately flowed out, overwhelming the scarlet, drowning Angelella.

“……”

Angelella gritted her teeth, and the scene around her was hazy.

In this state, she seemed to see a long line of cars entering Kimbert City and stopping in front of a villa.

A wealthy merchant with a big belly and a wig stepped out of the car, and next to a young girl with a parasol, ordering the housekeeper and the manservants to carry the furniture.

Eventually, an oil painting was placed on the wall of the villa's study.

The painting seems to depict a starry sky at night, but it is full of distorted images, abstract and indescribably charming.

Bang!

Where the coffee cup fell, there was a muffled sound.

Angelella didn't care about the overflowing coffee, but looked at the hazy eye oil painting that didn't change in the slightest, and muttered in a low voice, "That's ...... Dream! It was brought to Kimbert City! ”

……

At the same time, inside the villa, a young girl in pajamas was tossing and turning.

If Angelella is here, she can find out that this girl is the daughter of a wealthy businessman that she saw in her hallucination.

"Why did Dad come to Kimbert City? This decision was so abrupt! ”

The girl muttered sullenly, "I still miss my old bedroom, and my friends...... But ever since I bought the painting, my dad has become so weird......"

Her father, Robert, was a well-known rubber merchant who started out in a dying workshop and seized exactly a few opportunities to grow into a large company with thousands of employees.

After his development, the rubber merchant was full of desire to enter the upper class, and in order not to become a so-called nouveau riche, he once invited several extremely strict tutors to teach the manners of young girls, and also collected various works of art to enrich the collection.

And, after hearing about Vincent's legend and collecting several of his so-called 'bad luck paintings', he became even more interested in him, and did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to buy the dream.

"Such doom antiques, although they are wildly sought after by some nobles, there are also bad rumors......"

The girl thought worriedly, "Although the previous few paintings were fine, there must be something wrong with 'Dream'!" ”

Thinking of this, she secretly got out of bed and tiptoed to the edge of the study.

The first few times, through small adventures, she already knew that her father was obsessed with dreams to a point of madness, and often looked at paintings until midnight.

And this time, it was even more unpopular and moved the residence to Kimbert City.

"There's definitely some secret here!"

The girl was a little more daring, and secretly came to the edge of the study.

Rustling! Hiss!

All sorts of low, noisy voices came from her, making her dizzy.

In a trance, scarlet blood, like a carpet, continued to expand outward from the crack in the door.

"Ahh

The girl screamed and hurriedly retreated from the door.

By the orange light, she suddenly saw ......

……

"The sun is shining and the breeze is warm!"

Nietzsche squinted his eyes pleasantly, enjoying the warm breeze blowing on his face.

Since joining the FBI's Kimbert City branch as an outlying informant, he feels like his luck is inexplicably getting better.

Not only did he receive a monthly allowance of three silver sells, but in order to gather information, Hannibal found him a job as a newspaper boy.

Although the salary is meager, as long as you support one person, life is much better than before, and the most important thing is that with identification, it is convenient to do many things.

As a result, he rented a house to live in, and his living conditions improved greatly.

Therefore, for this job, Nietzsche is full of gratitude.

"Good day, Mr. Hannibal! Are you going out? ”

When he entered the branch, he happened to see Hannibal, the boss who usually likes to cook by himself, putting on a coat and looking ready to go out.

"Nietzsche! You've come just in time, come with me and investigate the case together! ”

Hannibal said mildly.

"Oh, okay!"

Nietzsche hurriedly followed, and the two got into a black car.

"Sir...... What happened? "Nietzsche was a little excited.

"Don't worry, it's definitely not the ghoul lair like last time...... Hannibal showed a masculine smile, "otherwise I wouldn't have let the second-level investigator in charge of the region come in person...... Most of what we have to do is just assess whether something is affected by supernatural factors and whether it needs to be 'dealt with'...... Although you are only a peripheral member, if you want to succeed in becoming a regular member, it is good to do more exercises like this! ”

"Thank you, Mr. Hannibal!"

Nietzsche was almost in tears, he had never felt that a person would be so kind to him, and he couldn't help but think of someone again: "How is that Miss Vivien?" ”

Within a few days of the Ghoul's case being solved, Vivien mysteriously disappeared, and even Nietzsche was called over for questioning several times.

He was very puzzled, and there was a hint of gloom.

In any case, that upright probationary inspector is always worthy of respect, much better than some hateful black-hearted shopkeeper.

Nietzsche couldn't help but think of Simon and Andy again.

After Simon became an extraordinary, he was taken away by Lane, and it was said that he would go to some 'training', and there was a high probability that he would return to Kimbert City to work after graduation.

Andy, the store manager, who still runs a tepid grocery store, even claims to have a masterpiece by Vincent - at this point, Nietzsche strongly suspects that he just found a fake painting to fool the unlucky guy, and he will definitely not be fooled again anyway.

"Still haven't found it...... It's a shame that she's qualified to be a full-fledged officer......" Hannibal sighed.

"What a strange ......" Nietzsche secretly remembered in his heart, and thought of today's task again: "What do you need me to do this time?" ”

"Don't be nervous, we're just going to investigate...... Hannibal smiled, "A rich merchant's daughter is missing, and his servant seems to have seen something terrible......"

As he spoke, the car stopped in front of a magnificent villa, and Hannibal straightened his collar and knocked on the door himself.

"You are ......"

A manservant opened the crack, a little frightened and confused.

"We are investigators from Watson Insurance Company, and we heard that there was a safety accident in your house, so we came to investigate!" Hannibal smiled and handed over a business card.

With the means of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, there are many more such false identities and they fully stand up to scrutiny.

So, a moment later, the two were invited to the study.

Robert's face was pale at this time, and there were bloodshot eyes in his eyes: "Oh! My Nikita! My baby...... She's gone all of a sudden, and what I need is not an insurance company investigator, but a detective and a police officer! ”

"I'm sorry!" Hannibal took off his hat and saluted: "It's just that according to intelligence, a servant testified that it was one of your paintings that gave your daughter to ...... Devoured? As the company that insures this villa, I need to double-check its security in case it has a secret door in the wall......"

Without waiting for Robert's answer, he walked to the painting on his own, exclaiming: "Is this the work of the master Vincent—a dream?" It is said that he depicts a picture of the starry sky in a dream, but others always interpret it differently...... I'm more inclined to express my inner world......"

"Vincent's paintings......" Nietzsche was even more energetic, staring at the painting without blinking.

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