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After Wang Peng had a simple lunch at the fast-food restaurant, he took the subway to follow the address given to him by Mo Xinde, a painter who was said to be able to draw future addicts.

"Whew~ Is this here, is it on the rooftop?" After Wang Peng got off the subway, he took a taxi again, and it took more than an hour to come to the place where the address was written, here is a room on the rooftop, you can see inside, the room is very large, you can vaguely see, there are portraits in the room.

'Knock knock! Knock knock! Wang Peng put the note with the address back in his pocket, then reached out and knocked on the door a few times, making a crisp sound, and then waited for the person inside to open the door.

However, after waiting for a few minutes, no one answered the door, Wang Peng knocked on the door a few more times, but still no one answered the door.

"Is it really the same as what Mohinder said? Can paint the future addict painter, was the man named Pete imagined? Wang Peng knocked on the door for a long time, but he didn't see anyone coming to open the door, as if no one was there, Wang Peng not only thought.

Thinking about it, Wang Peng looked back and forth, and after making sure that there was no one around, he raised his hand slightly, hooked his fingers, and heard a 'pop' sound from the door, and then Wang Peng held the doorknob and opened the door with a light press.

"Mental power is really not ordinarily easy to use, but unfortunately, it will disappear in a few days, and when the time comes, find a person who can use telekinesis and reproduce it, but where can I find a psychic ability?" Wang Peng thought about other things, pushed the door and walked in.

"Huh!?" Wang Peng walked into the spacious but messy room, which was more like a warehouse or a studio, with frames, oil pens, oil paints, etc., piled up everywhere, which was very messy, but Wang Peng saw that the scene in front of him was a shrinking pupil.

"It's... This is New York, right? Is this a bomb explosion? No, it should be a nuclear explosion. I saw a large oil painting painted on the ground in the center of the studio, and the content of the painting was an exploding city, and the building in the painting was a landmark building in New York, and it was easy to identify which exploding city it was, Wang Peng said in surprise when he saw this.

Just when Wang Peng was surprised by the painting on the ground, suddenly a voice attracted Wang Peng's attention, Wang Peng subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw that there seemed to be a person in the corner of the studio.

The studio is very high, the entrance door is half a story high from the ground, and you have to walk through the stairs on the platform that is not wide or narrow at the entrance to take the studio to the ground, Wang Peng walked down the stairs, and then walked in the direction where the sound came.

"Isn't there anyone here?" Wang Peng stretched out his hand to take aside a painting that was blocking his eyes, and saw a man wearing a white vest with his head tied up, facing away from him, painting on the canvas with a paintbrush in his hand, very attentive, and he didn't even notice that Wang Peng walked into the studio and walked not far behind him.

"Hi, hello, I didn't come in on purpose, I just knocked on the door but no one answered... Hi! Hello! Wang Peng saw this man, concentrating on painting, so he shouted and explained that he had entered the studio without permission.

However, halfway through Wang Peng's speech, the painter didn't seem to have any intention of turning back to talk to Wang Peng, he was still painting with his back to his back, and the brush in his hand never stopped, and he kept painting on the canvas with oil paint, without a trace of pause or hesitation, as if he hadn't heard Wang Peng's voice at all.

Wang Peng shouted the painter several times, but received no response, and inadvertently noticed that on the table next to him, there seemed to be something like an injection needle and a rubber rope, which attracted Wang Peng's attention.

"He's really an addict, he shouldn't have been injected for a long time, no wonder he didn't hear my voice, and now he should be in a hallucination caused by drugs." Wang Peng walked over, and the things on the table were obviously used to inject drugs, not only judged.

"But it's strange, although drugs will make people fall into hallucinations, they should also react to the outside world, and after using drugs, the body will indirectly convuls, and the mind is not clear, how can this painter still paint after injecting drugs?" Wang Peng looked at the syringe that injected the drug, then put it back on the table and thought.

"Well, the drawing is quite organized, the painting is good." Wang Peng turned around and took a few glances at the painting that the painter who had taken drugs was painting, and he felt that the painting was quite good.

Wang Peng is a painting idiot, an absolute painting idiot, he can only draw figures with circles and lines, outline houses with squares and triangles, and the sun is a circle with stiff hairs.

Although painting is not good, this does not mean that Wang Peng's appreciation is poor, he has never eaten pork and seen pigs run, Wang Peng can still see that this ** painter paints very good paintings, however, it may be because of Westerners, this painter's paintings are a little abstract, which makes Wang Peng, a native of the Heavenly Dynasty in his previous life, very uncomfortable.

After Wang Peng looked at it twice, he no longer paid attention to the unfinished paintings on the canvas, but paid attention to the painter who painted.

"Huh!?" Wang Peng noticed that next to the painter's feet, not far away, there was a black wallet lying there quietly on the ground, it looked as if the wallet had fallen out of the painter's pocket, but the painter didn't notice it, concentrated on painting, and kicked the wallet that fell on the ground away.

Wang Peng walked over, picked up the wallet on the ground, opened it and looked at it, there were a few dollars in it, the amount was not large, it seemed that this painter was not doing well, and then, Wang Peng took out all kinds of cards in the wallet.

"It's called Isaac Mendes." Wang Peng found the owner of the wallet from his ID card and driver's license in some cards, and now he has the information of the painter who is painting, with the artist's photo, head and name.

Wang Peng looked at it twice, then inserted the cards back into his wallet, closed the wallet and put it on the table, and then walked towards Isaac.

"This is..."Wang Peng was afraid that he would be attacked when he walked to Isaac, because the person was very aggressive, so he walked around to the side, and when he looked from the side, he was stunned when he saw Isaac of ** at this time.

The state of Isaac is different from what Wang Peng imagined, the painter's face is haggard, his body is thin, and his face is dry and yellow, which is very in line with the appearance of **people, but Isaac's eyes are very wrong.

At this time, Isaac's eyes were milky white, a little cloudy white, and it looked like the kind of white that was not saved in the late stage of cataracts, but it was obvious that from the white eyes, Isaac's eyes were moving, as if he had seen something.

And Isaac's physical state is also very different from the appearance of **, although the body is haggard and emaciated because of long-term ** reasons, but, the action of holding the brush to paint, is very steady, there is no trembling at all, it is simply more stable than a normal person, and the force of the pen is accurate and strong, as if what is being painted is not a painting, but something is being depicted.

"Hey!" Wang Peng called Isaac, but Isaac still didn't have the slightest reaction.

"The document does not say that Isaac is disabled, he should not be deaf or dumb, nor blind, if he is blind, he can't even see colors, and it is impossible for him to draw." Wang Peng looked at Isaac's appearance and analyzed.

"It seems that the man named Pete is not mentally ill, he is telling the truth, this painter named Aishak is the painter he said can paint the future, but he is addicted to drugs." Wang Peng concluded.

After thinking about it, Wang Peng looked at Isaac's painting, and it was obvious that he would not be able to finish painting in a while, so he walked back and forth in the studio and looked at the paintings that Isaac had made before.

It turns out that Isaac can paint the future, in these paintings, there must be paintings about the future, maybe you can turn over something interesting, Wang Peng in this thought, looking around in the studio, Isaac's paintings.

And Wang Peng did turn to it, a few paintings that seem to be about the future, but these futures seem to have been born, for example, there is a painting with a black sun, which should represent a solar eclipse.

In addition, there are several portraits, but who is the person painted on it, Wang Peng does not know, one of the paintings, the painting seems to be a flying person, the person on the painting enjoys it very much, and there is a portrait of a woman who fell to the ground, which looks like a comic strip.

However, Western comics are either realism or abstraction, and these paintings drawn by Isaac are obviously abstract comic paintings, Wang Peng saw his eyebrows jumping, and he couldn't imagine what the real appearance of these painted people would be.

"Well, I seem to be missing something." Wang Peng looked at Isaac's painting, looking to see if he could find it, the painting about the painting with a future, and suddenly, his brows furrowed slightly, and he felt that he had missed something.

"Shhh Wang Peng inadvertently looked at the ground, saw the things on the ground, and suddenly remembered what he was missing, and took a sharp breath, the pupils in his eyes shrank sharply.

What Wang Peng missed was what he saw when he first walked into the studio, the big painting on the floor of the studio, the painting of the New York nuclear bombing.

The painting of the New York nuclear explosion on this ground must be Isaac's painting, and Isaac can draw the future, which means that this picture of the New York nuclear explosion is the future, does this indicate that one day in the future, New York will usher in a nuclear explosion!?

"There will be a nuclear explosion in New York!?" After Wang Peng came back to his senses, he remembered something, and immediately looked at the portrait he had looked at before, and the more he looked at it, the more shocked he became, and his heart became more and more heavy.

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