"I understand, please take this first." As he spoke, the old gentleman took out an envelope from his jacket pocket, which was so full that Pierce forgot to close his mouth, but he immediately realized that he needed to put up a shelf now, and immediately changed to a cold face.

He pulled out a portion of the full envelope and handed it to Pierce,

"It's a deposit, whether Lily lives or dies, as long as the results of your investigation are satisfactory to me, the rest is yours."

"I understand, please take this first." As he spoke, the old gentleman took out an envelope from his jacket pocket, which was so full that Pierce forgot to close his mouth, but he immediately realized that he needed to put up a shelf now, and immediately changed to a cold face.

This oil painting is cold in tone and rough in brushstrokes, depicting a cave by the sea, with strange rocks in the cave, piled with huge fish bones, and the dark red cruelty depicts how terrible the situation is; Outside the cave is a dark sea full of stormy waves, and farther away from the picture, a bolt of lightning that pierces the sky in the dense dark clouds illuminates a green figure floating on the sea.

The figure was blurry, looking like a giant whale, but its back had tentacle-like protrusions, like some kind of crazy and evil hybrid.

This oil painting is cold in tone and rough in brushstrokes, depicting a cave by the sea, with strange rocks in the cave, piled with huge fish bones, and the dark red cruelty depicts how terrible the situation is; Outside the cave is a dark sea full of stormy waves, and farther away from the picture, a bolt of lightning that pierces the sky in the dense dark clouds illuminates a green figure floating on the sea.

The figure was blurry, looking like a giant whale, but its back had tentacle-like protrusions, like some kind of crazy and evil hybrid.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming." Pierce suppressed the joy in his heart, straightened his clothes, pretended to be serious, and walked over and opened the door, and there was a well-dressed middle-aged gentleman standing at the door, with a solemn face.

Pierce frowned imperceptibly when he saw him. At his feet was a rectangular object wrapped in oiled paper, like a painting.

He pulled out a portion of the full envelope and handed it to Pierce,

"It's a deposit, whether Lily lives or dies, as long as the results of your investigation are satisfactory to me, the rest is yours."

"I'll send you the money in fifteen days, didn't we say yes last time?" He pulled out a portion of the full envelope and handed it to Pierce,

"It's a deposit, whether Lily lives or dies, as long as the results of your investigation are satisfactory to me, the rest is yours." Pierce sat up sharply, breathing heavily, he felt his heart beating violently, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and the back of the striped shirt he was wearing was already soaked with sweat.

"But based on such a painting alone, you can't conclude that there is a hidden meaning in this incident? It's just someone sent you, maybe it's just your daughter's relic, what is it that prompts you to make such a judgment? "Maybe it's all about the content of the painting.

"Hello, Mr. Pierce, I'm ......" he stared at the opposite wall of the case in a daze, that was the most valuable two commissions he had ever received, one was to investigate the truth of the incident for a restaurateur who was framed as a serial murderer, although in the end he still didn't know who the real culprit was, but Pierce managed to prove the owner's innocence; On another occasion, when he helped a robber claiming to be a gem merchant investigate the theft of his stolen goods, Pierce managed to locate the thief, recover the stolen gems, and report the robber to the police.

"Okay, I'm here this time to ask you to ......"

"Wait." Pierce interrupted the old gentleman,

"Someone directed you to me? Who is that man? ”

"Hey, hello, Pierce Detective Agency." After being stunned for a while, he quickly picked up the earpiece, his long-awaited commission of the case finally came, and he swore that this time, whether it was for him to find the lost pet dog, or to stalk someone else's husband to take evidence of cheating, he would never complain at all, but would complete it with gratitude.

Okay, now it's completely over. In despair, Pierce picked up the glass on the table, drank the rest of the whiskey, and then slumped down on the couch, squeaking it out as if it were overwhelmed.

Perhaps the key lies in the content of the painting. Pierce sat up sharply, breathing heavily, he felt his heart beating violently, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and the back of the striped shirt he was wearing was already soaked with sweat.

She hung up the phone after saying everything she wanted to say, leaving Pierce without the slightest room to argue.

Pierce felt very strange, Blackwater Island? He had first seen it in the newspaper the other day, and if it hadn't been for the fact that the old gentleman's daughter, Madame Vincent, had burned the whole family to death, he doubted that he would never have heard of this place in his life, and that someone would have given him a painting.

And what's even more strange is that since this person didn't plan to leave his name, why didn't he just send it to himself, but let himself know the news in a roundabout way by pretending to be someone else's hand?

What is the purpose of this?

"Mr. Walter, may I take a look at this painting now?" Now that I think about it, it seems to be a very distant memory, and it seems like this is probably the feeling of another life.

"Yo, detective, have you made up enough for this month's rent?" The woman's voice was uncharacteristic, but the tone was scathing.

At the same time, he was also very curious about his real nightmare, why, is it all a coincidence?

No, he was never a man to believe in coincidences, and although all of this was outrageous, his instincts told him that the nightmare he had must have some dark and evil connection with the painting, but his knowledge limited his vision - how should you explain that the nightmare that was just done one second became an oil painting in front of him the next?

And what is that whale-like creature in the painting? He could vouch for his dignity as a detective - he'd never seen anything like it anywhere, but what about that familiarity?

Why did he feel so familiar with this strange and evil thing? It sounded like a madman's fantasy, but the good thing was that he knew his sanity was perfectly normal now.

Either way, he needed to find out what the secret was.

"I understand, please take this first." As he spoke, the old gentleman took out an envelope from his jacket pocket, which was so full that Pierce forgot to close his mouth, but he immediately realized that he needed to put up a shelf now, and immediately changed to a cold face.

"It's an oil painting, it should have been painted by my daughter, she has always liked to paint this kind of dark and weird thing, I don't know who sent it to me for what, but the address of the mail is on Blackwater Island, which is where she got married." He stared at the opposite wall of the case in a daze, the two most valuable commissions he had ever received, one was to investigate the truth of the incident for a restaurateur who was framed as a serial murderer, although in the end he still didn't know who the real culprit was, but Pierce managed to prove the owner's innocence; On another occasion, when he helped a robber claiming to be a gem merchant investigate the theft of his stolen goods, Pierce managed to locate the thief, recover the stolen gems, and report the robber to the police.

"Impressive, Mr. Pierce, I don't know why you ...... when you have such ability," the gentleman seemed to realize that what he was about to say was not appropriate, and hastily stopped.

"Impressive, Mr. Pierce, I don't know why you ...... when you have such ability," the gentleman seemed to realize that what he was about to say was not appropriate, and hastily stopped.

"Mr. Detective, are you alright? Mr. Detective? The old gentleman felt a little uneasy in his heart, and called out to Pierce again for a moment.

"Mr. Detective, are you alright?" He thought it was a little strange, and although he was frightened by the mysterious and evil aura that emanated from the painting when he first saw it, Pierce's reaction was more severe than he was.

Pierce took a thick wad of bills from the old gentleman's hand, is this called Time to Run? He felt a little incredulous, no matter what, he would give his all to the customer's entrustment, and even more so to the generous customer.

He pulled out a portion of the full envelope and handed it to Pierce,

"It's a deposit, whether Lily lives or dies, as long as the results of your investigation are satisfactory to me, the rest is yours." He recalls that after he had eaten a ham sandwich at noon, he drank half a glass of whiskey, and then fell asleep on the old couch.

He picked up the half glass of whiskey and took a big sip, the hot liquid running down his throat made him feel very comfortable.

The sun outside the window was faintly visible in the foggy sky, and the light was a little dim, and he judged that it was probably close to evening, because of the rent, and his office was located in a very remote place, or on the shady side—although there was a wall clock on the wall, also from the second-hand market, it had been completely broken a few days ago.

Pierce felt that he was not in the mood, that there was no need or money to fix it, because he had not received any commissions for more than half a month, and if the situation continued, he might have to sell everything, close the shop, and roll up to work in a nearby tire factory.

"Impressive, Mr. Pierce, I don't know why you ...... when you have such ability," the gentleman seemed to realize that what he was about to say was not appropriate, and hastily stopped.

"Mrs. Mason, but we weren't ...... Mrs. Mason? ”

"Yo, detective, have you made up enough for this month's rent?" The woman's voice was uncharacteristic, but the tone was scathing.

"Of course not, in fact, I myself would have convinced myself of this result, although it was sad. Lily she's gone, and there's nothing I can do about it, and there's nothing I can do for her. But yesterday, I received this package, this is it. The old gentleman pointed to the oiled paper package on the sofa.

"I don't know, it could be Lily, or maybe the person who sent this package, because this painting has your address written on the back, and let me show you this picture, and you'll know what to do. I didn't just say it, I didn't expect you to be a private detective, I thought my daughter was still alive, and you would take me to see her or something. ”

"I understand, please take this first." As he spoke, the old gentleman took out an envelope from his jacket pocket, which was so full that Pierce forgot to close his mouth, but he immediately realized that he needed to put up a shelf now, and immediately changed to a cold face.

"I understand, please take this first." As he spoke, the old gentleman took out an envelope from his jacket pocket, which was so full that Pierce forgot to close his mouth, but he immediately realized that he needed to put up a shelf now, and immediately changed to a cold face.