I saw a little chick's face turn blue and purple, and I had an answer in my mind, but I tried to give him two looks, and he seemed to understand my thoughts, and suddenly got up from his seat.

"That...... You and I have a visit. ”

I heard a wave of protests behind me, almost all of them female fans, some of them cast puzzled expressions at me, but more of them were dissatisfied and, of course, mixed with jealous and envious eyes.

The fact that a chick could react like this confirmed what I thought in my heart - he knew about evil spirits, otherwise he wouldn't have understood the meaning of what I wanted to say and stopped.

It was only in the subconscious that he knew that he would think of what the words I had been unable to express for a long time were.

"I'm sorry, everyone, I have a little thing to solve with her, please don't be impatient, you can go and enjoy my work first, I will be back as soon as possible."

After a chick finished speaking, he gave me a look, and I followed him, hurried out of the exhibition hall, and walked towards the back door.

It was supposed to be a resting place for the organizers, and there was a corridor that was not long or short, and at the end of the corridor there was a closed door, and the toilet sign could be seen next to the door.

There were two doors on the left and right, and we walked together towards the second lane on the right, and there was a sign hanging at the door: Staff Lounge.

"Come in, there's no one now, my agent is out there to help me manage the order, and won't come in at the moment."

His finger pointed to the folding chair next to the table and said, "Please take a seat." As he spoke, he took a disposable plastic cup and tried to pour me water.

I said politely: "No, it's not safe here, someone will come in at any time, let's make a quick decision, let's make a long story short." ”

A chick poured me a glass of warm water and handed it to me, and I hurriedly thanked him and watched him sit down across from me.

"Don't call me a little chicken, just call me Wang Hongrui in private, this is my real name."

He introduced himself, and I naturally exchanged names with him: "I am Ronghua, calm Rong, prosperous Hua." ”

Wang Hongrui nodded, wrote down my name, and looked at me directly, with a strange light in his eyes: "Are you ...... Someone who studies that? ”

I heard him ask such a sentence without a clue, and immediately interpreted it, I smiled and shook my head, thought about it slightly, and said, "No, I'm not a researcher, to be honest, I can see ghosts and perceive them." ”

As soon as I finished speaking, I regretted it a little, most people in the world don't recognize the existence of ghosts, let alone what I'm talking about now, if someone else listens to it, they won't believe it, and they will think I'm a psychopath.

Even if Wang Hongrui really came into contact with some supernatural things, would it cause him disgust if I said this? Could it scare him?

But the truth is that in his eyes, there is only surprise, and I actually see sympathy in his eyes.

Truly...... This kind of thing, no matter who it is put on, deserves sympathy......

I smiled helplessly and changed the topic: "Now is not the time to discuss me, you can talk about it first, I feel the breath of evil in this exhibition hall, you tell me what you encountered, maybe I can help you." ”

Wang Hongrui is a painter I like very much, and if he really hits something unclean, I will definitely help.

In addition to An Ning's girl, I think that even if I don't help, that girl will definitely ask Grandpa An privately and want to help him.

It's better to bring it up yourself first, and if it's easy to solve the problem, you can do it yourself.

The pervert is still around, he shouldn't have any opinions.

I took advantage of Wang Hongrui's distraction, glanced at the pervert, and was stunned.

His face had been facing the wall next to me, and there was nothing on the white wall, but his eyes were on it.

I was puzzled, and suddenly, my body trembled, as if I understood something, and my heart was shocked.

Isn't that the first room on the right across the wall? Could it be ......

"Ronghua, I'...... I don't know where to start. ”

Wang Hongrui spoke, he frowned, the dark circles under his eyes were heavier, and they were even more obvious in this lounge under the incandescent light.

Dark and green, plus now, he lowered his eyes, and the loneliness and hesitation in his eyes, I saw it all.

"You say, I'll listen."

I leaned in with him and comforted, "I'm a fan of yours, what questions do you have, you can say, especially in that regard, after all, I've been in contact with ghosts a little. ”

I can understand how anyone who encounters such a thing can easily say it.

But if the evil spirit had bothered him, shouldn't he have said it cheerfully, why had he hesitated for so long now that he couldn't come up with a single word?

"Last month, I received a painting from an overseas friend, a total of six, and it was these paintings that something went wrong......"

Draw?

I looked at him strangely, his forehead began to sweat, the staff rest room was not air-conditioned, and the room felt stuffy after a while.

"That friend is a lover of collecting paintings, and he is also a fan of mine, and three months ago, through a channel, I received six paintings by a famous metaphysical painter who has passed away."

"It is said that the painter was mentally ill, and no one appreciated his paintings at all during his lifetime, until recently, when the place where he kept his paintings was discovered, and a large number of paintings were asked to be auctioned."

"There's a problem with those paintings?"

I heard him murmuring there, his voice was very soft, the sadness on his face was heavier, the two eyebrows were almost twisted together, and seeing that this little fresh meat was about to be saddened to death by something, I hurriedly said: "You say, is there a problem with the painting?" ”

I'm in a hurry, he's holding it all the time, what if he hasn't said it yet, or is about to speak, and someone comes in?

In this kind of public place, if this matter is heard, or from Wang Hongrui's own mouth, it will also damage his reputation.

"Shocked! A genius painter has paranoia and fantasizes about being haunted by ghosts every day, and sure enough, geniuses are crazy! ”

The next day, such a headline will appear on Weibo, and he will be used by a bunch of undisciplined marketing accounts to gain popularity, and take advantage of no one to understand things clearly.

It's one thing to not have time to solve it, but let's make it clear.

Wang Hongrui finally reacted and nodded, I could see that his hands were shaking.

"When I got them, I took them home and put them in the storage room at home." He swallowed, looking nervous.

He was reminiscing about the scene.

I looked at him quietly, my eyes looking at him seriously, trying to give him strength in this way.

"At that time, the frames were covered with white cloth and tied with red rope, and I never lifted them."

He wiped his forehead with his back and continued, "From the night I got it back, there was an accident at home. ”

I frowned, painting? If it is really like what he says, is it possible that the evil spirit is attached to the painting?

According to him, the painter is a man of the forties, and such a painting is still sealed somewhere, and it was not auctioned until three months ago?

It is indeed possible that it will become the dwelling place of evil spirits.

I continued to listen to him, and by the way, I kept an eye on whether there were any footsteps outside the door.

"I began to have strange dreams, dreaming that I was standing in a room with six paintings hanging on the walls on all four sides, the same ones I had brought back that day, a man with a bent back, naked and striped, and an excessively white man lying on all fours in front of his eyes, his face covered with a burlap bag, and a pair of red eyes shining fiercely."

His voice began to tremble.

As he spoke, his emotions became more and more agitated.

He faced me, then quickly turned away, and after a moment he disappeared from my sight, and then all the dust cloths that had covered the painting fell to the ground......

When he said this, he paused, gasping violently, and his face flushed as if he was about to lose his breath! He clutched his head in desperate hands, and his mouth roared like a beast.

"Those paintings...... Those paintings ......"

He kept repeating these three words in his mouth, but he didn't say any more, his eyes were slightly bulging, his eyes were red, bloodshot filled his eyeballs, and the green tendons on his neck were violent.

I knew that things could not go on any longer, so I hurriedly walked over to him, put my hands on his shoulders, and whispered, "Calm down, calm down, I'm here." ”

"If you're afraid, don't think about it, don't think about it."

"I won't force you, I won't ask."

I sighed, just listening to him, and all the things he had just done, I was sure of everything he had said.

There is a problem with the paintings given by those fans and friends.

"It's painted next door."

The pervert spoke slowly, his eyes still looking at the empty wall next to him, and his voice was a little tense.

He's nervous......

I looked at the pervert, it was rare, no matter what type of ghost the pervert encountered, his tone would be a little dignified at most, but not so nervous.

But I could see his state when I saw the hand clenched into a fist at his side.

What are the six paintings?

Under my comfort, Wang Hongrui finally relaxed, and the two hands that held his head tightly were also put down, and the person instantly became extremely decadent, like a deflated leather ball, sliding to the ground.

"I would love to get rid of them, throw them, want to burn them!"

He looked at his hands and said helplessly: "But I can't, these are all sent by my friends, how can I burn them?" How can you throw it away? ”

"If one day, my friend comes back from overseas and comes to visit me and asks me about my portrait, will I have to hide it from him?"

He was a little emotionally broken, incoherent, and almost cried: "Let me hide this secret from my friends for the rest of my life, I can't do it!" Can't do it! ”