As she painted, she looked up from time to time to see if the girl needed help. It wasn't until a sentence came to her mind that I started to stop the brush in my hand and look at her. When the girl saw the paintings on the wall inside, she thought to herself: This boss is really interesting, he must have seen all of this like me, right?

I slowly walked behind her to feel the faint ghostly aura on her. Once again, the previous speculation was confirmed, these ghost qi were not sent by her, nor did anyone deliberately leave them; It's experienced somewhere, brought out. It's like going to a barbecue restaurant and coming out with a smell. The girl sensed me behind her, turned to me and smiled at me: 'This boss won't worry about me just looking at the paintings, right?' ’

"It doesn't matter if you buy it or not, the first role of painting is to be seen. Aren't you afraid of ghosts? ”

She looked at me with a look of astonishment: 'This man seems to know what I think, and besides, I don't see any ghosts harming me; On the contrary, I am more afraid of getting along with people. ’

I smiled lightly: "I have never seen a ghost who has no interest in harming people for no reason, on the contrary, I have seen a lot of people doing evil." ”

When I said that, she was even more amazed: 'Wow! He really knew what I was thinking. ’

Her reaction reminded me that this was a bit excessive; It's especially easy to scare people. I can even use this trick to practice a stall to tell fortunes. Seeing that I didn't react for a long time, she started typing on her phone again: Scared me, I thought you could really know what others were thinking.

I made an exaggerated expression: "If I had that ability, I would have set up a stall to tell fortunes a long time ago." Why paint here? Rubbing my hair, I continued, "It seems that you are more interested in these paintings of ghosts and gods?" You sit down first, there are still some on the second floor, I'll take them down and show you. ”

She smiled and nodded, but there was a hint of surprise in her smile. By the time I moved the painting out of the storeroom on the second floor, she was already sitting in the lounge area of the front hall, and the ghost aura on her body was barely felt. I really brought it along the way, and there is nothing wrong with it. When I went downstairs, I accidentally dropped a painting. She heard the noise and hurriedly looked up. That's when I noticed a scar on her face, from the outer corner of her left eye to her jawbone, as if it had been cut by a sharp object. She couldn't see it when she was blocked by her hair before, but she could see it clearly when she looked up. She also seemed to realize something, and lowered her head to fix her hair.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." I put the paintings in front of her, one by one. She also knew that I had seen the scar on her face and seemed to mind it. After arranging her hair, she raised her head and squeezed out a smile and put the phone in front of me: Thank you.

But I heard a different voice in her head: 'He must have seen my face, and he must have looked at me in a strange light.' Forget it, I'm used to it anyway. This "habit", from the moment I saw the scar on her face, I understood why she was afraid to get along with people. This scar has not been left for a short time, and it has grown the same skin color as the surrounding skin, but it is slightly uneven with the surrounding skin.

She looked at them one by one, and finally her eyes stayed on a "mask". The painting is of a person wearing a lot of masks, but the body does not even have pupils, and he opens his chest cavity by himself; But there was nothing in it. I know she loves the painting, that's who she is. After a long time, she began to look down and tap on her phone: How much does this cost?

I put up two fingers, and I heard a voice in her head: 'Two thousand? I didn't have that much cash with me. I smiled in my heart and quickly said, "Niu, you are here today." This month is the anniversary of the opening of the shop, so it will only cost 200. ”

'He wouldn't look at me like this and deliberately pity me, would he?' She wanted to think so, but the words on her phone screen were: Boss, I didn't know you had a discount today, thank you boss. But it's a loss for you to be so cheap. Why don't you add more?

This girl is really interesting, she is very good at taking care of other people's emotions; Every sentence is very careful, for fear of upsetting others if you are not careful.

"Don't worry, this painting has been on display for a long time. It's good that someone has finally taken it away. The sun is so big outside today that it's not suitable for holding a painting. You give me an address, wrap it up and send it to you when I get back. If it's not convenient to send you home, it will be a place to send you to work. ”

'Huh? Sending me to work? If he knew where I worked, he would be scared. However, he also has some eerie feelings, but he is a normal person after all. It may be that he has been painting this kind of painting for a long time to dress himself up like this, and he must be the same as a normal person; If you know that I am a funeral home, I must be very taboo......

Sizzle~~ This girl is actually a funeral home mortuary, no wonder there is a faint ghost aura on her body. Don't worry about this kind of ghostly spirit, it looks like she just came out of the funeral home today. When she saw me staring at her for a long time, she unconsciously lowered her head.

"Niu, you should give me an address, why don't you add a friend to send me a location, so it will save trouble."

As a result, she handed the phone to me: don't bother, or ask the boss to wrap it up, and I'll pick it up in two days.

Sure enough, such a person will not easily give his information to others. I could only smile: "Inconvenient? It's okay, isn't it just a matter of kicking the gas pedal where I go? Even if you say that I will be sent to the crematorium, the mission will be accomplished. ”

'Okay, let's see if you're really a ghost painter. The girl seemed to have made up her mind and pressed her phone number on my phone. Then I was sent a text message, and I opened the text box and looked; Sure enough, it was the Eastern Suburbs Funeral Home, and left her name: Miai. I looked up and saw her looking at me calmly, with a hint of imperceptible self-deprecation on her face; It seems that she has seen me making excuses not to go.

"Ouch? Really? Well, I'll send it to you tomorrow. ”

'He's really not afraid?' She handed me the phone in shock: Aren't you afraid?

"Ahem~ What's there to be afraid of? Giving it face is a funeral home, and not giving it face is not a place to work? What's the difference with a factory office building? I smiled indifferently, what would she think if she knew I was still a cunner?

She blushed and pushed the phone in front of me: Then please, thank you. Without waiting for me to answer, she turned and left. It is estimated that it is the first time someone has done this, and her previous experience should be relatively taboo and repulsive. Otherwise, she wouldn't be at a loss for a while, so she packed the painting and sent it to her tomorrow. Thinking about it, I began to organize the list of drawings to be drawn, and I also began to wrap the drawings for the girl. I haven't been to these places since I was a bad guy, and I don't know what I'll be able to see tomorrow with my bad eyes, so I start to look forward to it a little bit when I think about it.