Grandma Chen, who was sent away, was already 4 o'clock in the morning. The advantage of being yin is that I can take a little nap, so this time is enough for me to sleep.

When I woke up in the morning, I went straight to the store, and I didn't come for two or three days, and it was spotless. These errands are quite reliable, and they know to help me clean up before leaving. I put up the picture frame and planned to finish the painting that I had ordered before. I started drawing these kinds of pictures when I was in college, but I didn't encounter any ghosts. Grandma Chen told me: Like gathers like things, and when I was branded as Yin Si, my world has completely changed; And I'm going to have more and more of that. I hadn't met before because I was still a human being, like working at a funeral parlor in Mia, and it stands to reason that she should have more access to these things than I did; But her identity is also only human, so a lot of things are isolated. This also shows that after Mao and I became a yin, I always met these ruthless people, and I had never heard of them before.

After drawing the line drawing, I stretched out and caught a glimpse of the pile of drawings that had been turned over last time on the second floor. My heart moved: maybe it can be refurbished and hung out again. In the past, the drawings were all on paper, and the pigments were mostly acrylic; If you turn it out and think it's okay, you can now paint it as an oil on canvas painting. The previous paintings with the scenes of the Gang and the Difu were bought by a person who studied Feng Shui, and other than that, what did everyone else think about this painting when they saw it? It's just imaginary.

Many of the paintings in the storeroom on the second floor were painted when I was a student, and they were not so dark at that time; Vampires or something at best. Looking at the paintings in front of me, my mind is full of memories of that time. Even a pack of cigarettes and a pen can be remembered clearly. Nowadays, those classmates who were in the business themselves and became executives...... It's just that few people continue to draw anymore. Thinking of this, I can't help but sigh in my heart, and the once bold words are only annihilated in the daily life in the end.

"Jingle bells." The wind chimes rang on the door, and I hurriedly stretched out my head to look. When I saw Mia walk in, I remembered that I had made an appointment with her the night before to come to the store to see the paintings today. Hurriedly walked down with a scroll of paintings:

"Came here so early? Don't want to take a break? ”

She nodded, took out two lunch boxes and placed them on the coffee table in the front hall. Then he handed me his phone: 'I'm worried that you didn't open the door, so I brought you lunch; I don't know if you like it or not. ’

I'm going, I'm so big, no one has ever brought me a lunch box. Hurry up and say: "Like like, must like." As she spoke, she opened the box, and she actually arranged the rice as a cute animal. I really can't imagine that an undertaker would be associated with the word "cute". But there is absolutely no cute element in her, from her appearance to her style...... I suspect she bought it on the road, but I don't have proof......

After eating, Mia was in the shop looking through the paintings on the first floor, while I was crouching in the front hall and looking through the old manuscripts that I had turned out from the second floor. After a while, she also came to the front hall to look through the old manuscripts with me, and halfway through them, she actually took out a sketchbook from her bag: it actually had sketches of all kinds of skeletal muscles. And now she's drawing my drawings in a different way, she's looking at my old drawings, and the book is a different look. She didn't copy my paintings, at first just random lines, slowly piecing together a person, and the more she painted, the more she picked out some details......

She seemed to notice something, and began to put down the painting in her hand and look at the other drawings. The eyes also changed from the initial stunned to a kind of sadness. When she had laid out the drawing, she wrote in her sketchbook with a pencil: '1, 2, 3, 4, 5......' and she pointed to the drawing with one hand and the number with the other; Was it the first one I asked?

Sure enough, the blood in the first painting dripped naturally, and the further you went, the more blood flowed on the picture; And he began to paint with blood...... This dry, grainy feel should be human blood...... He doesn't look like a bad guy, so the blood should be his own...... 'She already has the answer in her head, and asking me again is just for verification. I am not at all surprised to be able to deduce these things; After all, her work has to do with that.

"My own blood, the first time I accidentally cut my finger; Then the syringe is drawn out, and the paint is mixed to paint. "Since there is no need to dodge, I simply say it.

'Aren't you afraid of death?' Wound infections can cause a variety of diseases, and even if they don't cause symptoms, this amount of blood will have an impact on your body. Juanxiu's words also appeared in her notebook again.

"What is there to fear from death? It's as if those who are afraid of death don't die. At that time, it was just a study of the texture of blood, and you said that I would paint these ghosts and monsters in a day, and it didn't look too low-grade if I didn't paint a little texture? But I haven't used this method to study blood for a long time, by the way, what do you think of the blood stains I draw now? ”

She didn't answer me, just smiled lightly and lowered her head to continue sketching in her notebook.