At this time, Jingqiu also noticed that Qin Mu began to pay attention to the pictures on the ground, and smiled: "This seems to be all Xue Han's graffiti." ”

"This Nima is not a graffiti, but I can still understand this picture, but I just use a little artistic means." Qin Mumao bent his waist and searched on the ground.

Removing the easels that block the view, this is not a simple effort, for this small studio, Xue Han is completely devoid of the meticulousness of Virgo, it is a mess everywhere, large pictures and small pictures are not separated, but messy, Qin Mu had to stand up and help the paintings to move together.

This toss, his old waist began to hurt.

As if it was about to break, Qin Mu straightened up and moved his muscles and bones before continuing to move the paintings.

Speaking of which, Qin Mu is also lazy, he will not stand up and move all the paintings away to study again, he has to take one step at a time, and look through it little by little.

"Art cells, what do you say?" Jingqiu heard Qin Mu's comment, and watched him move the frame there, but he didn't say anything to help, but instead sat at the table and made a cup of tea from the purified water dispenser next to him.

"Look at the sun, and the turkey." Qin Mu pointed to the pattern on the ground and said: "These two are not ordinary expressions, although I don't know how to paint, I still understand these, the sun at the time of the explosion was distorted into the appearance of Van Gogh, and that turkey, how did people look like that." ”

"Yo, you still know Van Gogh?" Jing Qiu said with a smile, but looked at the turkey described by Qin Mu and was a little speechless, "That's a person, okay, what turkey, don't you think he doesn't look like a sacrificial dancer?" ”

When Jingqiu said this, she also stumbled over from behind.

This warehouse is relatively large, the sound made when Shi Ran ran made it seemed that this warehouse was extremely empty, and the ground of the warehouse was still relatively slippery, when Shi Ran ran over in a panic, he directly stumbled on his left foot and his right foot, and then the whole person lay on the ground, and continued to slide in the direction of Qin Mu due to inertia.

I only heard a crackling, and the easel that Qin Mu had just removed was directly bulldozed by this guy.

Jingqiu was also panicked, although the quality of these pictures is not good, but because of the previous pictures, the value of these paintings is very high, Jingqiu is still a businessman in the end, and a businessman will understand the value of these paintings, so he naturally refuses to draw anything with three long and two short.

Qin Mu also ran towards the guy, but the place he cared about was actually the same as Jingqiu, "What are you doing, don't break the painting, hurry up." ”

The monk grinned his teeth when he fell, and as a result, before he could stand firmly, he heard Qin Mu and Jingqiu grinning at the paintings, and he couldn't stand it, so he gritted his teeth and stood up, but the monk at this time didn't have time to worry about this, he focused more on those paintings.

"I was wrong, I was so excited." The monk and Jingqiu began to clean up the painting that had been knocked down, while Qin Mu was still squatting on the ground to study the huge painting on the ground.

There are only a few fragmentary pictures on the side of the huge painting, as if they were added, and the feeling is very strange, as if the whole big bang is a big picture at this time, and those fragmented pictures are small pictures in this big picture, small plots.

Qin Mu walked next to another picture, this picture, when he was in the mirror, the black shadow gave him the posthumous photo sketch, it was a black and white posthumous photo, a black-haired boy, wearing a suit and smiling brightly, and this picture was like the boy's funeral - his posthumous photo was placed in the center, surrounded by wreaths, white paper flowers surrounded him, and in front of the posthumous photo were two candles.

Surrounded by people in black suits, they were bowing to his picture.

If according to what the dark Qin Mu in the mirror said before, this photo is his last photo, then this picture should be his own funeral now.

This perspective is very strange, when Qin Mu looked at the painting, he felt as if he was floating on the ceiling, looking at the crowd of beings below, bowing to his last photo, next to his last photo sat a woman in a long red dress, her hair was very long, black as ink, just like the woman in the previous painting.

Qin Mu just glanced at the painting, and he felt uncomfortable, could this picture be his future.

His future will die, and he will die in that unknown city, the one that has exploded.

Qin Mu looked at the posthumous photo, that appearance, there was no difference from his current age, could it be that he would die soon?

"That's true." Just when Qin Mu was still thinking about this, he only heard the voice of relief coming from behind him, he turned his head in a daze, I don't know when, Shi Ran had already stood behind him, looking at Qin Mu with a solemn face.

"Why are you so sure?" Qin Mu only felt that his heart was beating very fast, he didn't want to believe that this qiē could be true at all, how could he die suddenly, and he died so outrageously, in such a big explosion.

"Because ......" The monk paused for a moment, rushed out, but stopped urgently, stopped for a long time, and finally smiled: "Because Xue Han's paintings have always been true, aren't they, you look at the paintings in the back, those who have died, the people who have been killed by various methods, the pictures of these people, are all here, clear, and the same as those photos." ”

After the monk finished speaking, Qin Mu glared at him, and he was "the same hair", when did he speak in such a tone, he was speechless.

But the monk was always right.

Qin Mu walked towards those paintings, and in the lower right corner of those paintings, the date was written in pencil and the name of Xue Han was signed.

"These dates and names were added after Xue Han finished drawing these paintings." Jingqiu stood aside and hurriedly explained.

Qin Mu was stunned for a moment, grasped the point of Jingqiu's words, and hurriedly said, "What do you mean by after?" ”

Jingqiu smiled: "If I say that when he paints, he seems to be a different person, do you believe it?" ”

Qin Mu nodded, not that he believed it, but at this time, he could only choose to believe.

"When he was painting, both of his eyes were white, only the whites of his eyes, as if he was possessed by something, he only knew painting, he would only draw these pictures, and when he finished drawing, it was as if he had returned to the real world and became normal." Jingqiu briefly depicted it.

Qin Mu and Shi Ran looked at each other, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

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