With the decision made, Fletcher seemed to have put down his heavy burden and continued to talk and laugh with Rodin to arrive at 124 Rice Street. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The info red lacquer door, brass bracelet, decorated with lace full of literary atmosphere, looks simple and exquisite. Just from the main gate, it is much more upscale than the next residence.

"Bang, bang"

"Is Mr. Darko at home?"

A moment later, the door slowly opened, revealing an extremely conspicuous bald head, which instantly flashed the eyes of the two of them.

"I don't know who you are!"

The tone was stiff, mixed with a hint of nervousness, as if he was afraid of something.

Rodin glanced at the person who was speaking, it was a man in his fifties, thin and thin, with bulging cheekbones on his face, skin and bones, and he thought it was a humanoid skeleton without noticing. The beard is unkempt, unkempt, the dark circles are heavy, and it can be seen that the sleep state is extremely poor.

At this moment, he was wearing a loose and smooth blue robe, and after speaking, he yawned a little sleepily, but his expression looked startled, like a frightened rabbit, full of wariness for the two.

Rodin tried to keep his tone as soft and cordial as possible, "Hello, it's Mr. Darko." Contemptible Rodin, this is my companion Fletcher. ”

"We understand that you've been having a bad time lately, and it seems that some monsters are doing something to you, so we've come here to help you solve your problem. ”

"Didn't Jack's stinky boy tell you!" Darko waved his hand impatiently, "Let's go, I don't have any money, I can't afford to hire you!"

"No, you seem to have a misunderstanding of us. In fact, we don't intend to take you any compensation. “

"Yes, Mr. Darko, we're not in it for money, we're just trying to get rid of that monster!"

The two put their attitudes very low.

Dakoyu wondered to himself, "Why are you helping me for no reason, what is your purpose!?"

Suddenly frightened, he yelled at the two of them, "Do you want to steal my precious antiques?" No, you're not welcome here, get out of here!" Rodin tried to close the door, but Rodin quickly blocked it.

Feeling helpless in his heart, this man seems to have been tormented by insomnia to be sensitive and neurotic, and he is about to lose his mind.

"We are all from the Hunters' Guild, hunters who specialize in monsters. Listen, we're here for that monster, not for anything else!"

The old man was wrestling with Rodin with one hand, and a stream of blood welled up on his pale face, but the door remained unmoved.

After hearing this, he still looked indifferent.

"If we are going to plot against your property, can you stop it?"

Darko couldn't help but be stunned and gave up struggling.

"Then, you must be under my supervision throughout your investigation. Can you guarantee it?"

Fletcher hurriedly said: "Of course, we guarantee the honor of the hunter, and we will only go in to find clues, and we will not touch anything of you!"

They now have the honor of being ghost hunters, but the old man doesn't know it, but he has stopped being suspicious. Turned around and let the two of them into the house.

"Well, I have an ominous premonition when I encounter this stubble before it officially starts. ”

Entering the door and walking through the long corridor, the red carpet is spread out, and it is soft and crumbling to step on, which is quite comfortable. There is not a trace of natural light in the room, and the windows are all tightly shaded, but the candles and braziers provide light from time to time.

On the brown walls on both sides of the corridor hung paintings of different styles, which Rodin observed carefully.

He did not study oil painting in particular, but only knew a thing or two, and according to the earth, these oil paintings included the realistic classicism dominated by portraits, and the abstract school that could not be seen as such, and their frames and papers, although properly maintained, could still show the traces of time.

In addition, the paintings themselves are either realistic brushstrokes or heavy, three-dimensional pigment colors, which can be felt in the extraordinary works.

Darko, who had always been resistant, saw Rodin's admiration for his collection, and suddenly changed his eyebrows and explained: "How is it, have you been shocked by my babies? ”

"Yes, it's the painting on the left hand side of where you are now, look, the color, the texture, do you know whose work it is?"

Rodin complied with him, and Darko smiled: "This is the most mature work of Master Gravatt in his later years. “

"There was once a wealthy businessman who wanted to buy it from me for 100,000 Marelli. But how could I sell it to him, a stupid fellow who smells of copper, wouldn't he spoil this priceless treasure? “

"These treasures will always be mine, and no one will want to take them from me!"

As soon as Darko's conversation box opened, he immediately gushed and talked happily.

Fletcher couldn't help but want to interject, but Rodin stopped him, the old man in front of him obviously lacked communication and chat with others in his daily life, let him talk more, vent the savings in his heart, and his attitude should soften a lot, which will help them in their task.

After reading the corridor and entering the hall, the scene in front of them really shocked the two of them. The whole hall is full of all kinds of oil paintings, no less than 50 of which occupy all the sights.

It can be guessed that other places such as bedrooms must also be full of oil paintings.

His home is nothing short of a small gallery!

However, the sofas, fireplaces, dining tables and other furniture in the hall look old and dilapidated, with missing arms, broken legs, and lost paint. In an extremely strong contrast with the delicate oil paintings, the two of them can't help but feel a sense of dizziness.

Darko stood in the middle of the hall, his hands outstretched, his face full of intoxication.

"Guests, welcome to the private collection of Daco Coldas. Darko said and bowed gentlemanly to the two of them.

Fletcher shuddered, "Rodin, something seems wrong with him, I feel like he's a little delirious." “

Rodin didn't speak, and waited for a while.

Darko naturally sobered up from his intoxication, and said with some embarrassment: "Please forgive me for my gaffe just now, I believe you can understand what it is like for a big collector to be unable to share his collection with others." “

"So now let's get down to business. We're going to take a look around all the rooms first, do you want to come with us?"

"I have to keep an eye on you, my eyes are sharper than falcons, don't try to make any bad moves under my nose, if you find out, get out of here!" Darko turned back to stubbornness.

How could the two of them be dealing with a mentally ill man?" Rodin still said softly, "How about starting in the bedroom?" The three of them walked slowly, one in front of the other.

"How long have you been suffering from insomnia?"

"My sleep quality has been very poor, and it has been especially noticeable in the past two months, which has become more and more severe. During this time, when I closed my eyes, pictures of the past kept coming to my mind, and it was difficult for me to sleep. ”

"I finally fell asleep, my sleep was extremely light, I had nightmares, and I was often woken up in the middle of the night. I also know that I have a very poor mental state, and sometimes I can't even tell the difference between day and night. You say there's a dream tapir staring at me, why me?"

Darko said, his gray eyebrows and beard trembled slightly, full of sadness.

Seeing that he was pitiful, Rodin couldn't help but comfort, "Since we have arrived, you will soon be free." But you haven't been to the doctor before, and there's no one who is good at treating insomnia?"

Hearing the word doctor, Darko's expression changed dramatically in an instant, his face was distorted, and he gritted his teeth, as if he had a common enmity with them, and yelled at Rodin viciously

"Don't put that group of unscrupulous quacks in front of me, all of them are murderers, executioners, who only recognize money, and watch a fresh life wither, raised by a son of a bitch, it really deserves a thousand cuts!"

"Good, good. We don't mention him, you can always take it easy. ”

Darko's chest rose and fell like a broken bellows, and he trembled with anger, and Fletcher immediately stepped forward to support his body.

Rodin quickly remedied, "Old man, let's change the subject. Your house is so spacious and luxurious, and you live alone?"

Darko leaned on the wall with one hand and half of his body against Fletcher, and it took a long time to recover his strength, and he sighed

"I've been single for 10 years since Valletta died. ”

"You must have a deep relationship. ”

After Rodin said this, a hint of gloom appeared in Darko's eyes, as if recalling the sad past.

Rodin then asked, "Why don't you hire a servant to take care of your daily life when you have a collection of so many precious paintings?"

Darko smiled bitterly: "Two little brothers, I won't hide it from you, I can only live on the meager rent of the shop on Pine Grove Street now, and I don't have any extra money to hire a servant." ”

Any oil painting on the wall is enough to be squandered by ordinary people for a long time. This sentence only flashed in his mind, and Rodin could almost tell that Darko was a "Grandet" obsessed with oil painting.