"Wait, Deng, Deng, Deng, etc.~Wait, Deng, Deng~~"

The lilting ode to joy melody was hummed in the corridor of the prison cell by an old man-like man, dressed in a tuxedo and neatly combed with his white hair. If he hadn't held an easel in one hand and dragged a man in uniform who didn't know life or death in the other, he would have been like a gentleman going to a banquet.

He is Artiste.

Deep in a secluded base of the Security Bureau, a group of major suspects suspected of violating national security regulations were temporarily imprisoned, and there was supposed to be the highest level of security, but at this time, there was no sound except for the tune that Artiste hummed.

Several of the guards' bodies lay across the corridor, they basically fell opposite each other, all of them were shot in the head, and the murder weapons seemed to be in their respective hands.

As he passed by the pool of blood in the corridor, Artist would leap slightly, and then take a broken step to the melody after landing, successfully avoiding the contamination of the shiny calfskin shoes on his feet. But the uniformed man he was dragging still left dark red trails on the ground.

Arriving in the deepest cell, he lowered the easel in his hand, lifted the uniformed man like a chicken, forcibly opened his eyelids, and took his right hand and pressed it to the sensing window.

With a click, the access control light turned green, and the man in uniform was worthless and was ruthlessly kicked aside. However, a special key is required to open the final mechanical door lock.

But this did not bother Artiste, who took out several wires and stuffed them into the strangely shaped keyhole. Turning the wire to the rhythm of the music, feeling the slight movement in his hands, he gradually became clear about the structure of the lock.

After confirming, he took out a small branch and a carving knife, as if he were a pre-conceived wood carving, and he neatly carved out countless flying wood chips, and finally the branch became a wooden key that looked intricate.

After only thirty seconds, he flicked the body of the wooden key, and a crisp echo could be heard.

Artiste looked up and smiled at the panoramic camera, but there was no response from anyone in the surveillance room, as it had also become a party for corpses.

The wooden key sank into the keyhole just right, and with a little force it opened the door to the somewhat heavy prison cell.

Behind the door, a middle-aged man with a fat face full of stubble was looking haggardly in the direction of the door.

"You ...... Is it finally here? ”

"Hello, I want to confirm, you are Su Honghai, right?"

Atiste placed his easel on one of the few free areas in the confinement chamber, and did not look in the direction of Su Honghai, but carefully adjusted his easel and canvas to put them in the most perfect position.

"It's me, do it, I'm ready."

Su Honghai sat upright on the bed, his eyes looked at the ground, there was not too much despair on his face, it seemed that he was ready to die.

"No, no, no, I'm not going to do it, you're going to commit suicide today."

Artiste stretched out his index finger and shook it, and at the same time moved his finger to compare the angle between the easel and the protagonist of today's painting, to make sure that everything was in the most perfect condition.

"Suicide? How do I kill myself? ”

Su Honghai looked up and was stunned.

"Right here, please, crash to death against the wall, if you want to die a happy death, please remember to use some strength."

Atiste, who had his easel and canvas ready, stood aside and gestured to the wall next to him.

Su Honghai's face turned pale, he couldn't have imagined that it would be this kind of death.

"Please hurry up, we have limited time, Mr. Su, you don't want Su Yue to be bullied in any way, right?"

Atiste smiled, and thoughtfully placed a miniature button-sized electronic music box on the table, and with a single click, a symphony "Destiny" was played on a loop.

"Deng Deng Deng et al—Deng Deng Deng et al—"

The sad but passionate classic repertoire shook Su Honghai's heart, and he asked tremblingly, "I...... Myself...... Hit to death, can they let it go....... Is my daughter ......? ”

"Probably not going to die."

Artiste smiled slightly, and like an orchestra conductor, he saluted the only audience and the protagonist before the start of the performance, and picked up his oil paintbrush as if he had picked up a baton.

The brush taps lightly on the wooden easel, signaling that the show is about to begin.

Su Honghai and him glanced at each other one last time, and read the smell of urging from the other party's eyes, which was urging him to die quickly.

Tears still flowed out of the corners of his eyes, and he looked at the wall next to the bed, the cold wall looked so terrifying at this time.

Finally, he was mentally prepared, closed his eyes, tears slid down his cheeks, and he rushed hard to hit the wall.

But the fear of death was forever buried deep in everyone's heart, and in the end, he didn't use all his strength, and stopped a little when he was about to hit the wall.

"Bang!!" There was a bang, and a bleeding lump came out of his head, but it was obviously not fatal. Su Honghai sat on the ground, dizzy, like a poor child, covering his head and wanting to cry, in the long whimper, mixed with one or two wails from time to time.

Listening to this voice, Artist nodded in satisfaction, and the brush in his hand sketched a general picture one after another.

"Go on."

The voice without any emotion reminded Su Honghai not to waste time.

Su Honghai's body trembled and crawled up, looking at the bloodstained wall against the lump, and the fear and despair in his heart could not be suppressed.

He turned his head to look at Artiste, only to see a cold gaze and a smile of enjoyment, as if it were a devil.

Until he remembered Su Yue, his only daughter, the daughter he owed too much.

Courage defeated fear once again, and with a "bang", he slammed his head against the wall.

This time, his head was bleeding, and his head slid against the wall as he fell to his knees, leaving a bright red trail.

The pain and coma had left him speechless and even crying, but he was still not dead.

The human skull is the hardest part, and the instinct to fear death will always make people hesitate for a moment before death, wanting to crash to death on a simple wall, how can it be so simple.

"Go on."

Atiste's voice made Su Honghai's body shake, struggling to get up, but he really couldn't even stand on his feet.

"I remember your daughter's ponytail, and I love the softness."

Artiste's voice sounded again, the meaning of which was self-evident, Su Honghai leaned against the wall, climbed up little by little, and muttered in his mouth: "Know...... Road...... ......."

He looked through his bloodstained eyes at the wall leading to hell and slowly clenched his hands.

When was the last time I saw Yueyue? Oh, it looks like she was going to see the stars, but I didn't let ...... I had planned to compensate her afterwards and find a time with her to go to the Gobi Desert to see the Milky Way together, as if it were ...... I used to see Xiaoli like that.......

"Bang!"

Another muffled sound, as he recalled, his head was groggy again, all his thoughts were disrupted again, and it took a while for his consciousness to gradually wake up, but he also knew that despair had to continue......

I don't know if Yueyue will hate me, I don't know if Xiaoli will blame me below, I seem to have not had a meal with Yueyue for a long time......

"Bang!"

The muffled sound returned, but the sound was much weaker.

If there was a chance to do it all over again...... I wouldn't pick these things again...... If you can accompany Yueyue more...... How nice would that be....... It seems like...... Her graduation ceremony that year...... I wasn't even there.......

"Bang."

Bumped into it again, Su Honghai had already lost consciousness, and his last thought before he fell into a complete coma was still thinking about what Su Yue would do after he died, and whether the countermeasures bureau would abide by the agreement.

He collapsed in a pool of blood, and even if he just lay there, he would have died from blood loss and brain damage.

But Artist walked over, stepped on the ground that was not stained with blood, reached out and patted Su Honghai's cheek, and patted it several times in succession before he regained some consciousness.

"Come on, eat this, it will keep you awake."

As he spoke, Artist didn't care if Su Honghai reacted or not, and forcibly stuffed a small pill into his esophagus.

What followed was a convulsion of Su Honghai's whole body, this was an increased dose of concentrated awakening elixir, of course, the side effects afterwards were also extremely large, but the good news was that he didn't have to experience this side effect again.

"Didn't you say that? If you're going to crash into the wall and you're not dead, how can you pass out? ”

"You..... You're a ...... Devil ......."

Su Honghai's face was distorted, convulsions squeezed out intermittent sentences in a pool of blood, his consciousness became extremely clear, his strength also increased, and at the same time, there was a sharp pain all over his body, and it was a double severe pain, but this pain only made him more and more awake.

"No, I'm just an artist." Artiste smiled, then pointed to his easel and reminded, "Hurry up, audience, but you're still watching." ”

Su Honghai barely raised his head, and only then did he notice that there was a heraldic decoration inlaid on the easel, and a camera was hidden in it.

Atiste returned to the back of his easel, and he smeared his bloody fingers on the canvas, which was the truest color. At this time, "Destiny" has once again repeated that classic melody.

"Go on."

Once.

Again.

Again.

The middle-aged man was already unrecognizable, kneeling at the bottom of the wall, the low, broken head could be separated from the spine with a slight break, and the whole person looked like a repentant believer.

He's dead.

Artiste's painting was also completed.

It's an abstract oil painting, the barely visible human figure is twisted into a strange shape in the black mist in the shape of a claw, it looks like it's falling to its knees, and it looks like it's being torn apart, and the gray, blood, black, and blue of the humanoid's face are mixed together, making it difficult to understand the meaning of what it wants to say.

Looking at his paintings, Atiste exclaimed, as if he had completed some great work.

He stopped the music that was still playing, came behind Su Honghai's corpse, and turned to bow to the camera on the easel for a perfect curtain call, as if enjoying warm applause.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

There were indeed people clapping, and it was thousands of kilometers away in the Huanhai Continent, and the inch-headed arms dealer Frank was clapping vigorously, looking like he was enjoying the feast.

"Edward, I love this art of killing by Artiste, it's amazing, it's the purest art. Look at it, Su Honghai's posture of falling down at the end is simply not too wonderful! ”

Frank turned his head to the blonde Edward beside him and said excitedly, but the aristocratic Edward was completely different from his rough man, completely expressionless, but he didn't mind taking a sip of the special red wine in his hand from time to time.

"It's a waste of time, if he uses my experimental medicine, then he can die even worse."

The medicine merchant Ander still had a gloomy face, and this kind of scene didn't arouse his interest.

Although there were still a few empty seats elsewhere, it was clear that only the three of them could watch it until the end.

"Ander, you don't understand this, it's not about how miserable you died, but about that wonderful sense of despair."

Frank turned his head to Ender, but the other party obviously didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he got up and left without saying a word.

"Well, this guy is still so nasty, you say, right? Edward. ”

Cute Dehua didn't treat him very well, put down the red wine in his hand, and he replied lightly: "It doesn't matter, I remember that there is a saying in Dongzhou, what is called when the weather is cold, who should be ruined." ”

——

All the online platforms in Dongzhou will only discuss one thing tonight, the actual controller of the Su Group, which spans real estate, finance, and high-tech, Su Honghai committed suicide in fear of crime.

Subsequently, a series of black materials of the Su Group were ruthlessly disclosed.

Embezzlement, transfer of property, consumer fraud, cheating of banks, falsification of financial statements......

The Su Group looked like they had committed almost every sin they could, and in one night they became the street rats that everyone on the Internet shouted at.

It is hard for all netizens to imagine that the company that used to be the second largest in Dongzhou is actually a vicious beast that can only suck blood.

But what is more serious is that the business system collapsed overnight, and the upstream and downstream enterprises frantically demanded accounts from the Su Group, and even within the Su Group, there was a situation where employees robbed the company's property to offset wages, because an internal financial officer broke the news that this company, which looked bright the day before, had no cash on its books.

Su Yue actually learned about his father's death through the Internet, or in other words, the speed of news circulation in the entire official system is not as good as the revelations from the outside world.

Liu Ai even came to comfort her in person, for fear that this girl who had just joined the countermeasures bureau would make some irrational moves.

But who expected, this stubborn girl only had red eyes, and she held back her tears and asked, "My father, did you really commit suicide?" ”

Liu Ai's throat choked, she had just gotten some internal information through the Security Bureau, and she had taken a cursory look at the scene image. But she couldn't reveal the truth to the girl, because it would be too desperate.

She could only consider the words and replied softly, "Yes, but it is possible...... Not voluntary. ”

Su Yue looked up at the ceiling, forced herself to contain her emotions, and said seriously: "My dad is down, but our family's responsibility can't be shirked, and our family's sin ...... It will be up to me to redeem it. Sister Liu, can you help me contact my secretary and then prepare a press conference for me? ”

——

In a quiet park, Artist sat on a bench, also browsing the information on the Internet, he looked at all kinds of foul language against Su Honghai, and he couldn't help but have some new inspiration in his mind.

"It's been a great deal, don't you think? Or what do you think? ”

Artiste whispered, but there was no one around, no response, only the rustle of the wind as it swept through the shadows of the trees.

"Why be so cold, don't we have another time to work together?"

It was still quiet in the shadows of the trees.

"Okay, let's act according to our own ideas, and the final destination should be the same anyway."

After that, he couldn't feel the aura that seemed to be hidden in the shadows, but it didn't matter, after all, they were all used to walking alone.

His mind moved, and without any external nerve device, a virtual note-taking interface still appeared in front of him.

This is his remaining task, after lightly crossing out the task of "making a picture for Su Honghai", there are still the last two, one is to "hold a concert under the cave in Dongzhou", and the other is to "let that man see the despair of the world".

Artiste took out a carefully kept photograph from his chest, it was a demure girl in pure white tones, looking ahead with a slight smile.

"Oh, Lord Alice, I'm willing to do anything for you!"

He just glanced at it, filled it with the spiritual inspiration he needed, and did not dare to blaspheme too much, solemnly put the picture back in his breast pocket, and then reverently covered it.

That's where his heart is.

Feeling the rhythm of his heart, he looked like a believer praying to the gods.