"Don't think about it, since you think it's terrible, I won't ask you, forget about them!"

I tapped him on the shoulder, and suddenly, I felt a sharp gaze stabbing at me, and when I looked up, I saw the pervert, and his gaze shifted to mine.

I immediately felt a strong possessiveness in his eyes! I quickly put my hands back and glanced at him with some apprehension.

Don't look at me like that, I'm just comforting him, nothing else.

My eyes kept sending him this message, but he ignored it, still looking at me with a condemning gaze that made me feel like a cheating wife.

Okay, okay.

I distanced myself from Wang Hongrui a little and waited quietly for him to come to his senses.

Now I don't want to ask him about the six paintings. I stood aside, thinking back to what he had just said, frowning.

Wang Hongrui began to have nightmares after receiving the painting and taking it home.

Is this a psychological effect? Or is it really the devil who is causing trouble?

"There's something on those paintings."

The pervert seemed to read my thoughts, and explained in a calm tone to me: "The evil spirits have many effects on people in the yang world, such as invading their dreams and thus affecting their sleep, which is one of the possibilities. ”

"Remember what I just said, this aura is very complicated, like the breath of many different ghosts mixed together."

He put his fingers on the mask and rubbed it: "Sure enough, it doesn't feel wrong, there are things on the six paintings, so those breaths are mixed together." ”

Wang Hongrui couldn't hear the words of the pervert, but I could hear them clearly.

After listening to his words, I nodded slightly, and only after Wang Hongrui's mood stabilized did I ask softly, "Are those paintings placed next door?" ”

His body shook, looked at me in disbelief, and exclaimed, "How do you know? ”

"Don't ask me how I know, let me ask you why you put those paintings in this exhibition, even though they weren't put on display."

He lowered his head and didn't respond to me for a long time.

I don't force him, since he doesn't say it, there must be his reasons, I ask more, if he refuses to tell, I naturally won't know the answer, and asking more will wear down his patience.

"Okay, if you don't say it, I won't force it, you said that those paintings make you have nightmares every day, what else?"

I guided him, trying to get more information out of his mouth.

He took a breath and looked at the ground as if he were thinking about something.

"I had that nightmare for more than a day, for days."

"Those paintings have always echoed in my dreams, and every time I screamed, I wanted to get out of my dreams, but I couldn't."

He looked at me timidly, hesitated, and finally spoke: "The first day they came to my house, I was awakened by that nightmare, and it was the only time I managed to get out of it. ”

"I ...... What I said next was all true, true! I didn't make it up! ”

Wang Hongrui said excitedly, I looked at him and nodded: "I believe it, you say." ”

"I saw a long, dark figure standing in front of my window, a figure with the same red eyes as the crawling white-skinned man in my dream."

When I heard this, I couldn't help but get goosebumps on my back.

"I can't stand it, I can't stand it, so I'm bringing these paintings here today because I got in touch with a painting collector and sold them to him."

At this moment, my heart chuckled, jumped suddenly, and said with a little dissatisfaction: "You can't do this, you know that there is something wrong with these paintings, how can you sell them to others?" ”

"So what can I do? I don't know what else to do with them, it's okay not to sell them, I'll give them away, give them away. ”

I really can't accept this, if things are really as he said, these paintings must not be left in the world, let alone diverted from the hands of others, which is simply a disaster to others!

After listening to his words, I didn't want to touch the six paintings for a while, and even though they were only a wall away from me, I still didn't have the curiosity to explore them.

Psychopathic painter? Metaphysical painters? Painters of the forties?

Painters from abroad?

Four points popped into my head at once, thinking.

"Did you search the internet for the painters who painted them? Do you know what the painter's name is? ”

"Roman Trist."

He reported his name, I picked up my phone directly, ready to search, Wang Hongrui said: "Don't check, if you can't find it, I have already checked it." ”

"Even went out over the wall, searched Google and Wikipedia for a long time, but there was no such person, he was like a ghost, he did not exist in this world."

I was surprised: "Then how do you know his name?" ”

Wang Hongrui held his chin with his hand and sighed: "When overseas friends sent me the painting, they told me that I had never opened it to look at it after receiving it, and I had only seen it in a dream. ”

"I don't know if the portrait in my dream is exactly the same as the one in real life, but I was going to take it apart and see it, but I haven't had that idea since I had those recurring nightmares."

"Those paintings should have his real name on them, but I don't want to open them."

I put my phone down, a little deflated.

I really haven't heard of the name Roman Trist, but I still picked up my phone and checked it, and found that it was really as he said, with no content or entry at all.

However, I paid attention to the fact that at the beginning, I typed a few keywords that Wang Hongrui said into the search engine.

Metaphysical painter.

I've never heard of this kind of painter, some say abstract painters, realist painters, and I've never seen a metaphysical painter.

When I clicked on the word "search", I was shocked!

There is really an introduction and explanation of this painter, all in English!

I read it in my somewhat broken English, and I could understand the general meaning, and some of the technical terms took me a lot of effort to decipher.

The pervert was behind me, with his hands on my shoulders, leaning forward, looking at what I was searching for on my phone.

He quickly let go of his hands and looked away.

Perhaps, he saw a bunch of dense English and gave up.

He also pretended not to be interested, which made me feel particularly funny, and even felt that he was a little different kind of cute.

There are not many explanations by metaphysical painters, they are scattered, and some of them are things that are not written in the right place, and there are many things in the whole text, but there are few key sentences.

I can only abandon this nonsense and look for other interpretations.

Finally, I found something in an entry several pages later that interested me.

Metaphysical painter: Focusing on the study of life, believing that there is reincarnation in this world, believing that only after death are the most primitive state they have, and it is also the time when they are the most real as human beings. When they paint, they only imagine what kind of posture people will have when they die, and what they will look like after death.

What does that mean? What the heck?

I don't understand this sentence at all, maybe it's because of my scum, which caused me to interpret the wrong meaning?

What does the study of life have to do with the content of the artist's paintings? Does it have anything to do with reincarnation?

What kind of portrait would it be, I can't think of it anyway, he pursues this kind of thing, it's his hobby, his hobby, but does this have any effect on the paintings he paints?

"He seems to be a Christian."

Wang Hongrui added this sentence, I don't know anything about religion at all, and as soon as he said this, I went to search for the content about Christianity.

In the end, it took me about ten minutes and I didn't find a connection between Christianity, Roman Trist and metaphysics.

Reincarnation or something, it's too mysterious, isn't it?

I wanted to ask about the pervert, but I couldn't, otherwise Wang Hongrui would definitely be scared to death, this pervert! I also diverted my attention at a critical time, how can I get something useful from his mouth?

To be honest, I just saw the explanation of the metaphysical painter and thought it was mysterious, which piqued my interest in those six paintings.

I'd love to go next door and have a look if I could.

Suddenly, there was a series of footsteps outside the door, rapid and fast, and I quickly closed my mouth and sat back in my seat.

The door was slammed open with a thud against the white wall.

I could vaguely see some white powder falling from the walls.

"King! Macro! Astute! Why aren't you in the showroom? Fans are waiting for autographs! What are you waiting here for?! ”

A standing man in a suit stood at the door, his black hair was shiny with mousse, and he glared at Wang Hongrui angrily.

I saw Wang Hongrui's face darkened, and he stood up from his seat, feeling a little bad: "I'm receiving guests." ”

"What kind of guest is so unqualified, if you don't come early or late, you will come to the exhibition at this time?"

When the pervert heard this, a cold aura swept towards the man at the door!

Suddenly, the man lost his voice and fell to the ground with a black gas at the center of his eyebrows.

Wang Hongrui was frightened, hurriedly ran to his side, thinking that his words had provoked him to be angry, fainted, hurriedly called the staff over, and called the 120 emergency number.

Knowing who the culprit was, I looked at the pervert speechlessly, and his tone was extremely cold.

"Whoever asked him to speak ill of the lady, the queen of this king, what qualifications does he have to teach a lesson!"

I watched the staff lounge, which had suddenly become bustling, and a couple of nurses in white coats came in, carrying the agent out with stretchers in their hands.

"You've gone a little too far."

I know that the breath of a ghost will bring harm to people, and I don't know if this behavior of a pervert will bring any sequelae to this agent.

"Don't worry, you can't die."

I breathed a sigh of relief, and my heart was full of anger, and the warmth was still very warm.

How could I not be moved by the fact that he protected me like this.