The surroundings were quiet, the lights in the corridor were also bright and dark, and the two people at Wang Mingshan's door were all black, and everything looked so weird.

The tall man looked left and right at no one and nodded at the short man. The short man reached for the doorknob, but without any movement, the door was gently pushed open. Then the two of them ghostly flashed into the room, and the door closed softly behind them.

"Well, why is there nothing?" the short man exclaimed as soon as he entered the room, and although the room was dark at night, it seemed as if the two were not affected by the light at all. I was just a little stunned when I looked at the empty room.

"Are you sure this person's things are what Mr. Huang is looking for?" the tall man's face was also a little ugly at this time. If he doesn't get it, it is estimated that he will not be able to explain it when he goes back.

"That's right, the last photo I posted was drawn by this person, but the last time I came. The old man is very stubborn, and he doesn't say anything!" the little man hurriedly defended.

"So you're ...... It's stupid!" The tall man's tone began to grow cold.

"I ...... I didn't expect him at the time...... He couldn't help but be scared, I just played a little trick to disturb his soul, who knew ...... him!" The little man also felt that things were a little troublesome, this was originally an opportunity to make meritorious contributions, but it was self-defeating by Wang Mingshan's death, and now it's good, there is nothing.

"Hmph! Be smart, don't you know that these methods can't be easily used by ordinary people! I've told you many times, but they can't bear it at all! Follow me back**, you can explain it to Mr. Huang yourself!" After the tall man finished saying this, he walked out the door without looking back.

"Follow...... Follow...... Explain to Mr. Huang...... "The little man suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, but he knew Mr. Huang's methods, if he couldn't figure out this matter, he would have to be stripped of his skin."

......

"Sister, you're doing a bit too much! Why don't you leave me a few old man's works! You can't take them all!" In a villa on the outskirts of Beijing, Wang Tao shouted at Wang Qian with some reluctance.

"What are you shouting? Didn't you not be interested in art before! How can you still ...... now? Forget it! Forget it! You better think about how to find a job, you have been back to China for several years, you don't do business, just get together with those fox friends and dog friends!" Wang Qian said to Wang Tao while packing up the things she got back from Wang Mingshan's rented house.

"Then don't worry about it! I'm interested in art now! I'm going to take my father's work and collaborate with Mande!" Wang Tao seemed to think of something, and immediately changed his intoxicated expression and said with a smile.

"Cooperate with Mande? Did you last come into contact with Mande's people? Then why don't you tell me, are you kid ......" Wang Qian suddenly stopped what she was doing. His eyes were staring at Wang Tao, and he felt that something was wrong.

"You don't care about this, you can divide my father's work into a part of me! I'll operate it!" Wang Tao's thoughts, where did Wang Qian know. Since the last time I saw Chen Xiaoman at the opening ceremony of the art exhibition, I couldn't give up, although he later put his face up, he still didn't see Chen Xiaoman in person.

Wang Tao, who returned home, tried his best to find a way, but because of his not very bright head, there was nothing he could do. At this time, I learned the news that my father had committed suicide. I don't know if it's because my father has been lacking in care for him for a long time, or because he doesn't care about family affection. Wang Tao didn't feel much sadness, but he was interested in what his father left behind. Because he seems to have finally found a way to get close to Chen Xiaomandi.

"I still can't give it to you! You don't understand anything, if you really come into contact with MANDE Gallery, then I'll go to dock, I'm afraid you mess up, our old man's works are not ordinary things!" Seeing Wang Tao's somewhat strange expression, Wang Qian felt at ease to hand over things to him.

"You, you're still not my own sister!" Wang Tao almost jumped up and grabbed it, if he hadn't been beaten by his sister since he was a child, it was really hard to say what he would do.

Wang Qian also ignored him anymore, packed up the works and put them into a painting bucket, and then threw a notebook to Wang Tao.

"This ...... This...... What is this?" Seeing that Wang Qian suddenly threw a notebook over, Wang Tao asked while hurriedly catching it.

"Daddy's diary, don't you want to know about art, then take a look at Daddy's diary first. This is the experience of his old man for a lifetime. Take a good look, I'm leaving!" Wang Qiancai didn't have the heart to talk to Wang Tao here, she saw a diary by the way just now, it was not a work anyway, and it was useless to keep it for herself, so she threw it to Wang Tao. Then turn around and leave.

"You!sister!sister...... You'll leave me a few!

Seeing Wang Qian's actions, Wang Tao casually threw the diary on the sofa and got up to chase Wang Qian.

A few minutes later, Wang Tao returned to the house dejectedly, still muttering

"Is it my sister or not? What's the use of keeping a broken diary, I can't draw!"

He sat on the sofa with his butt up, looking at the broken diary, and a nameless fire broke out in his heart.

In a fit of rage, he picked up the diary and was about to do it, when suddenly a curious thought made him stop this move, what would be recorded in Daddy's diary, and whether he would write down the hidden places of some works on it.

With this in mind, he casually flipped to the next few pages:

"I've lived here for almost a year, and now I don't have any creative inspiration, as if my artistic cells have died, and sometimes sitting in front of the drawing board, I will always be in a daze. It seems that it is another day without harvest. ”

"I met that neighbor again in the morning, it's hard enough to be a young man, but it's not like my old man, I'm already a useless person"

"Today, I found out that there was a young man living in the neighbor's house, and it didn't look normal. Eyes glazed. ”

"Prove that my guess yesterday is correct, that young man is really mentally abnormal, from time to time he will make a lot of noise in the house, and throw things, now I can't think about it, should I live in a different place"

......

Wang Tao flipped through several pages in a row, and each page of the diary had only a few words, and the record was also a big deal, except for a neuropathy.

"Hey, hey, he A diary was stunned by him as a novel.

"Recently, the neighbor's house has been very lively, and a middle-aged couple has come again, it seems that they have come to visit the young man.

"Today's big discovery was that I saw the young man painting on the balcony. Could it be a peer? Hurry up and take a look at your glasses, fortunately it's not far away. What are these paintings, why can't you understand them?"

"Oh, it's amazing! I didn't understand a painting yesterday, but today I suddenly found that it can inspire my creation, this feeling is not in a long time! Hurry up and copy a few!"

"It really works! What the hell is he drawing? How can it be like this? I don't understand, I really don't understand, and I secretly copy two more paintings."

"It's sad today to hear that the young painter was sent to a psychiatric hospital and will never see him again, which is a pity. It turned out to be a madman who loved painting like life, and his realm was higher than mine! I hope he will get better soon, and I will definitely visit him. ”

Seeing the last page, Wang Tao frowned, he also wanted to know the end of the story at this time, what happened to the psychopathic painter, this feeling of the story coming to an abrupt end made him a little irritable.