Seeing that Araki Haku finally came out of the transcript room, Mie Sagawa, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, said unceremoniously: "Why are you so slow, we have been waiting for a long time." ”

This girl seems to have forgotten that Araki Haku had just saved her life, and now she is acting like she saved Araki Haku.

Aya Hirano looked at Araki Bai and asked with concern, "What's wrong, is something wrong?" ”

Araki Bai shook his head and said, "It's okay, the police officer named Utsumi had to invite me to eat pork chop rice, so I delayed for a while." ”

Mie Sagawa smiled, "Pork chop rice? Really? ”

Kaoru Utsumi happened to come out of the recording room, and when she heard the conversation between several people, she couldn't help but glare at Araki Bai fiercely.

Araki Haku shrugged his shoulders and left the police station with the two women.

While passing by a fast food restaurant, Araki Haku went in to take a look and learned that the store manager had driven Yuko Araki home, and Araki Haku thanked him and sent the two high school girls home.

Then Araki Shiro finally returned home from a busy night.

When he got home, it was close to eleven o'clock in the evening, but what he didn't expect was that Yuko Araki hadn't slept yet, and was still waiting for him in the living room while watching TV.

"Brother, where did you go!" As soon as the little girl saw him, she ran over and hugged him.

Araki Bai smiled and said, "My brother ran to save people and saved two beautiful beauties." ”

Yuko Araki looked incredulous and said, "Brother, you are lying again, if the big beauty is so easy to save, why don't you have a girlfriend by now?" ”

Araki's smiling face froze suddenly.

Looking at Araki's white and gray face, Araki Yuko snickered and said, "Don't be sad, brother, Yuko will be your girlfriend." If you take me shopping in the future, I don't know how many people will envy you! ”

Araki Bai knocked her little head and scolded, "You little ghost, where did you learn these strange words!" ”

Yuko Araki stuck out her tongue and said playfully: "Don't all the brothers in the anime want their sisters to be their girlfriends?" Brother, don't you want to? ”

Araki Bai was about to knock her head again, and Yuko Araki hurriedly ran away. She leaned behind the door and said, "Brother, I'm going to sleep, don't come to attack me at night!" ”

Araki Bai covered his face with a desperate face, and let out a sad cry in his heart: "What kind of animation is going to be in this world, do you have to make the hospital full of orthopedic patients satisfied!" ”

In the dead of night, Araki Shiro once again stood in front of the portrait he had unconsciously drawn.

The painting hasn't changed in the slightest, but Araki Hakuro thinks he's changed the reality of what is going to happen in the painting.

Maybe Aya Hirano would have been killed by the other party tonight because of the fight with the masked man, but Araki Haku's mess changed the fact that this one was going to happen.

Thinking of the dark and dead silence that seemed to be nothing, and the bright, pure, and life-filled light, Araki Shiro always felt as if he understood something.

"Wandering between life and death, I seem to have acquired an ability to predict the death of others, and the manifestation of this ability is painting."

But how is this ability triggered? Araki Haku had no clue at this time.

He doesn't have time to try his superpowers now, and his new life can't unfold until the 6 million thing is resolved.

He had to come up with an oil painting by Saturday that no one could fault with, and it was too late to start painting it now.

It's not that you don't have time to paint, it's that you don't have time to dry.

A painting that hasn't dried yet, even Reiko Sawada can see that something is wrong, let alone her mother, who works at the Tokyo Museum.

In fact, Araki Haku already has a masterpiece in his hand that can be handed over, that is, the oil painting in front of him - "The Death of a Girl".

Although the subject matter of this painting is somewhat curious, no one will deny the craftsmanship of this painting.

It's a perfect workmanship, and it's such a painting.

The reason why Araki Haku hesitated was not only because the girl in the painting was someone he knew, but also because of the breath of death that came from the shop in this painting.

Selling this painting is like selling a hardcover carved coffin to someone else, would someone casually carry the coffin behind their backs and sell it to some rich man? It's no wonder that people don't let the bodyguards beat you to death.

But it can't be denied that there are indeed some rich people who like this kind of curiosity.

Araki Hakuro thinks that if he can find a group of wealthy people who like to hunt for curiosities, they can sell for a sky-high price.

Of course, this kind of thing can probably only happen in Bai Xue's original world, and Bai Xue's paintings are originally expensive, not to mention this rare hunting painting.

In this world, Araki Hakuro does not have this kind of certainty.

Because "The Death of a Girl" is an anonymous painting, the value of any painting marked with the name Anonymous will naturally plummet.

Even if it was a masterpiece, Araki Haku was not sure that it would be sold for a very high price.

But it can be sold for at least 6 million, right? 6 million is Araki Bai's bottom line, if it is less than this number, he would rather not be able to sell.

"Anyway, this painting is really unknown, so I'll start another one."

Araki Shiro shook his head, carefully removed "Death of a Girl" from the drawing board, and replaced it with a new canvas.

Although it is impossible to hand over the painting on Saturday, Araki Shiro can reschedule with Reiko Sawada.

Anyway, the week agreed with the horrible old man had only passed for one day, and there was still enough time to paint another one.

Just as Araki Bai was standing in front of the drawing board and was about to start drawing the landscape he had chosen yesterday, he suddenly felt an extreme feeling of discomfort, and a strong desire to vomit came from his stomach.

He quickly put down his paintbrush and palette and lay on the ground to suppress the feeling.

Araki Haku gasped hard, and he looked at his hands in disbelief. This was originally the hand of a world-class painter, but now when he wants to paint with a paintbrush in his hand, he actually feels an inexplicable fear.

Why?

He couldn't even answer himself.

Araki Shiro didn't believe in evil, and stood in front of the drawing board with a pen again.

But this time he was affected more intensely, his hands trembled so much that he could barely hold the paintbrush, and the desire to vomit was stronger than just now, so he couldn't help but rush to the bathroom and vomit all the pork chop rice he had eaten that night.

Araki knelt in front of the flush toilet with a pale face.

He knew he couldn't paint anymore.

The painting of "The Death of a Girl" that day completely broke him down and left an indelible shadow on him, and if he could not overcome this fear, I am afraid that he will never be able to pick up a paintbrush again.

Araki wiped his mouth clean, returned to the room, moved his sketchpad aside, cleaned up the scattered painting tools, and threw himself on the bed.

He hoped that after the night, everything would be back to normal, but he knew it was unlikely.

If a person wants to overcome a certain fear, he can only face it bravely, and Araki Haku does not have such courage now.