The figure looked like a little gentleman, with yellow hair and brown eyes, fleshy cheeks, and a slightly honest temperament, and was none other than Baron Briniere's godson, the strange little boy Ludwig.

Ludwig was admiring a painting on the wall with a doughnut on it when he suddenly noticed that someone was looking at him.

He quickly turned around and spotted Lumian.

Lumian smiled and said in a mocking tone, "Running away from home again?"

"It's not." Ludwig was very calm this time, "I just told my godfather that learning should not be limited to the knowledge in textbooks, but also that it is equally important to see and listen more and get in touch with other things." ”

"And then he'll take you to the exhibition?" Lumian glanced left and right, but did not notice Baron Brinnel.

He felt that the IQ and insight of the guy in front of him seemed to have grown a little, and he was able to come up with the kind of reasons he had used in the first place.

This shows that learning really works for him!

Ludwig nodded and said, "Yes."

"It is also very important for a child to develop an eye for art from an early age."

Lumian sighed and said, "Then today you don't have to read textbooks, you don't need to write homework, and you don't have to worry about exams?"

"It's incidental." As Ludwig replied, a smile full of happiness unconsciously appeared on his face.

There is growth but not much...... Lumian made a heartfelt assessment.

At this moment, Briniere, wearing a silk top hat and a black suit, walked over from the other side of the exhibition hall.

"Aren't you worried about him getting lost?" Lumian asked mockingly.

As a "conspirator", he keenly found some anomalies in this detail.

With the anxiety and nervousness that Briniere had shown when Ludwig had run away from home on the previous two occasions, he shouldn't have left this kid alone in the showroom!

Brinnel smiled and said:

"Ludwig behaved very well during this time, and he didn't try to run away from home again, and he was very attentive to the paintings just now, so I didn't take him with me when I went to the bathroom, so as not to interrupt him."

It sounds like something an irresponsible parent would do, but you weren't like that before, Baron, and I cautiously suspect you did it on purpose....... Deliberately left Ludwig alone in the exhibition hall to see what this eccentric kid would do? Hehe, you don't have to worry about him, what you need to worry about is the visitors around, if this guy is hungry, and you don't provide food in time, I'm afraid that someone will be eaten...... Lumian speculated as he sneered. “

He felt that Baron Briniere's arrangement of this exhibition also contained other purposes, like taking an experienced hound to a specific occasion and letting go of its rope to see if it would track some prey......

After answering Lumian's question, Baron Briniere, who was carrying a bulging briefcase, looked at Ludwig:

"When I go back, I will write an essay about participating in the art exhibition, and talk in detail about my feelings and the most impressive works."

Ludwig's expression collapsed in a flash.

Lumien wasn't surprised by this, he was a man of experience.

He did not talk to Baron Brignel or Ludwig, but continued to look at the paintings, focusing on whether there was a hotel-like building, a mannequin like Safari, and whether it would have an impact on the visitor's spirit and the surrounding environment.

Unfortunately, after looking at the three modest exhibition halls, he found no noteworthy works, but the "Cafe" painted by Malen with his buttocks was viewed by a large number of tourists, both praised and denigrated.

Lumian stood in the last room, pondered for a moment, and once again took out his brown gold-rimmed glasses.

Since neither the naked eye nor the "spiritual vision" can see any substantive problems, then try it with the "voyeur glasses" that most likely belong to the same path!

Lumian lowered his glasses to the bridge of his nose and endured the vertigo that seemed to be spinning the sky and the earth, focusing on the scenes in his "line of sight".

Each of the paintings here seems to be detached from the wall and is revolving around him.

Some of the figures in the paintings look at Lumian with cold eyes.

Lumian was startled at first, thinking that all the works with people here were anomalous and the situation was very serious, and then realized that he had not been attacked.

The different characters on the different paintings just looked at him, quietly at him, at him coldly.

They seem to have a certain consciousness, a sense of being alive, but they are not completely alive and can step out of the canvas.

Lumian had a certain realization: this was another reality seen through the "voyeuristic glasses".

Perhaps every painting shows the truth on some level of the world, but they are thin, flat, and low-level, and do not have enough impact on humans and spirits, except for a few exceptions, such as the fact that some works can make people insane or anxious and irritable after looking at them for a long time.

And the "painter" may be able to enhance the ability of such low-level flat things to interact with the human world, opening them a channel into reality!

In other words, the characters in ordinary paintings may have incomplete, compressed, and unspiritual consciousness in the low-level, flat, and thin world, and now they are presented by "voyeuristic glasses".

In the same way, Lumian sees something else, the revelation of the painter's deepest creative intentions.

One of the paintings, which originally depicted Trier in the future, was divided into two floors, with feasting and richly dressed men and women on the ground, ragged men crawling through dark tunnels eating earthworms, rats, and mosses, and in "Voyeur Glasses", Lumian sees a fat pig with a mouth full of oil, and a hideously twisted face and rotting hands sticking out from the ground.

This is what the painter really wants to express.

In the next second, Lumian saw Baron Brignel and his godson Ludwig.

The former was nothing special in the "peeping glasses", except for a faint brassy glow on his body, while the latter suddenly turned his head sideways, as if looking back at Lumian across the two exhibition halls.

On the surface of the face with baby fat and a slightly honest temperament, the skin squirmed as if it was about to shed off, and something seemed to be about to emerge from below.

Lumi tightened his peace of mind and instinctively took off his "voyeur glasses".

The scene in his line of sight instantly returned to normal.

Ludwig's guy really had a problem....... but fortunately I reacted quickly, otherwise I might have seen something I shouldn't have seen....... Lumian's head was dizzy, his feet seemed to be stepping on cotton, and he had nowhere to focus.

He had always known that the little boy Ludwig was abnormal, quite odd, but he didn't expect this guy to give himself such a strong instinct of danger.

Whether the honest and lovely human skin is a real human being or a real little boy has to be said!

Vomit....... Lumian wore "voyeur glasses" for too long this time, and he felt uncomfortable all over his body, although the dizziness had subsided, he was still extremely nauseous, his stomach cramped, and he wanted to vomit and pull.

This is impossible to fight with the constitution of a "conspirator".

He took a deep breath and walked to the bathrooms adjacent to the three exhibition halls.

It was at the bottom of a deep corridor flanked by statues and paintings, fitting the name Trier Center for the Arts.

Lumian hurried into the bathroom, solving his own problems.

After washing his face with cold water, he finally came back to life and no longer had obvious adverse reactions.

Walking out of the bathroom, Lumian naturally set his eyes on the opposite wall.

There are several paintings arranged in sequence.

One of them was both scary and weird, and it drew a few more glances from Lumian:

It was an oil painting with a colorful and layered background, and the main part was a naked woman.

The woman's face is very blurry, as if the painter deliberately left it blank, in contrast, the woman's body surface, there are clear faces one after another, some of them are angry, some are hateful, some are vicious, some are joyful, some are from cats, some are from dogs, some seem to exist only in fantasy, the common point is that they are all translucent but real enough.

Lumian looked at the oil painting, and Huo Ran thought of one thing:

Although Gabriel behaved normally during his visit to the exhibition, this was only what the writers said, and they did not follow the gentleman all the time, for example, when he went to the bathroom!

......

Market Avenue, Old Dove Coop Theatre.

As soon as Jane walked out, she saw a familiar figure standing under a gas lamp pole across the road.

It was a little boy with a white shirt, a silver waistcoat, a black coat and a silver bow tie, and his pale yellow hair neatly combed.

The kid who gave me good luck last time...... That's a very powerful extraordinary! Stunned, Jane instinctively crossed the street and walked next to the little boy.

She lowered her body slightly, smiled and asked, "Are you waiting for me?"

The little boy glanced sideways at her and muttered:

"It's not that I'm waiting for you, it's that you're waiting for me, and you've met me earlier than any other option."

What's going on this time? For the sake of that impending catastrophe, give me good luck and let me discover what?

Jana's thoughts flickered, and she asked casually:

"Didn't you say last time that this direction was a bit dangerous, why did you come here this time?"

The little boy replied solemnly:

"That day is that day, today is today, and just because that day is a little dangerous doesn't mean that there is danger today."

"Okay......." Jana smiled tentatively, "are you looking for my help to buy you an ice cream?"

The little boy let out a long, grown-up sigh, "It's something else, I'll pay for it."

Reward, give me good luck? Janna had a vague guess, didn't ask what the pay was, and asked bluntly, "What's the help?"

The little boy put his hand in his pocket, took out a golden coin, and replied, "It will be your reward, a lucky gold coin."