The outline was roughly set, and he was ready to start coloring, filling in one frenzied and more frenzied one, the color blocks intersecting, and the mottled colors melted through like flowing spring water.

Lan Qing couldn't see how he painted, and she didn't know much about the artist's psychology.

Time stalemates for a long time, Lan Qing sits in place and tries her best to maintain her original movements and expression, and every time Jiang Rin's gaze stays on her, it can make her feel hot and intense.

Tick Tick –

The clock in the room walked minute by minute, the smell of paint mixed with a unique aroma, and Lan Qing's stiff body was a little sore.

Jiang Rin finally put down his pen and finished the painting, his hands were all charcoal gray and a variety of colors blended, and the white shirt on his body was also dyed in various colors, but it looked extremely harmonious and perfect.

The moment he put down the pen, the expression on his face suddenly changed from focused and serious to ordinary decadent slackness, his fingers caressed the canvas, and his eyes were like dark nights, gloomy and deep.

Lan Qing got up consciously, she didn't know what Jiang Rin had painted her, so she walked up slowly, leaning out to take a look.

Who knew that Jiang Rin was one step ahead of her, walked up to her, reached out to cover her eyes, the cold palm touched the warm cheek, Lan Qing heard Jiang Rin whispering in her ear, "Wait, I can't watch it yet." ”

The tail note quietly teased her ears, Lan Qing was slightly stunned, she noticed that Jiang Rin's other hand suddenly hooked her waist, she slowly raised her head, and a strange feeling of exhaustion instinctively came from her body, through her fingers, Jiang Rin's dark and deep eyes did not have a trace of light, like an emotionless creator overlooking all things, so cold that it made people afraid.

Lan Qing was not so surprised, she showed a surprised and panicked look on her face, pretending to be unconscious and closing her eyes, slumped in Jiang Rin's arms.

The smell here is very strange, in addition to the smell of paint, there are other smells that can make people smell unconscious for a long time, of course, Jiang Rin himself must be undisturbed.

It's like a snare that traps a butterfly and falls into it.

Jiang Rin's hand climbed up along Lan Qing's back, patting her back gently, and his sympathetic murmur sounded in the quiet studio, magnetic and hoarse.

"Good."

Jiang Rin is worthy of his character as a sick painter, each of his masterpieces needs a source of inspiration, the so-called source of inspiration, is hard to find, for a painter like Jiang Rin who was abused in childhood, his inspiration comes from the ultimate evil of human nature.

Bloody and cold, arrogant and wanton, every flash of his inspiration wants to be realized.

For example, his most famous painting, a work that amazed the art world, "Erotic Killing", the various flowers on the painting blend with the woman, the bright red blood slowly drips down the bond, the blonde woman's eyes on the painting reflect the blooming flowers, the temptation is extreme, the red lips are as bright as blood, gorgeous and dazzling, and extremely decadent.

"But this painting, I always feel ......" Qin Sheng silently stood in front of "Glamorous Killing" in the World Tour Exhibition Hall of Famous Paintings in City A, and lowered his voice, "Something is wrong." ”

"Glamorous Killing" was placed in the most eye-catching place, the largest area of the exhibition hall, four or five lights were reflected, and the woman on the painting became more and more beautiful, Qin Sheng looked at the woman unconsciously, and even noticed a trace of struggle and distress.

Qin Sheng landed his gaze on the corner, and the name of the painter pasted on it, Jiang Rin.

"President, I still can't contact Miss Bai." The secretary behind him came up after the phone call and said.

Qin Sheng frowned, "After the exhibition, go to her house." ”

"Yes."