Slimes also want to be evil gods

This was painted by Isaac Mendes a week ago, and it is the best one he thinks he has drawn recently, and it is also the first time he feels that he has really improved after his style of painting has settled down.

This is an oil painting depicting a certain city. This city is located in an unknown depth of the seabed. The architectural style is very different from modern civilization, but you can feel some kind of cold art from it. There is a huge statue in the center of the city. But just now, the white powder just stained the statue, making the whole statue look very blurry, only a faint outline can be seen.

In addition, there is a strange white light above the city. This white light penetrates from the sea level from top to bottom, illuminating most of the city. What is even more weird is that the combination of this white light in the sea water It even gave him the illusion of being alive.

Generally speaking, this is a very strange painting. Its weird style makes it difficult to judge whether it is good or bad, but from an artistic point of view, this weird style will be sought after by others. After all, the style itself It can also be regarded as one of the selling points of the painting.

There's just one problem. Isaac Mendes can't remember exactly how he drew this painting.

It's true that he painted the painting, but he didn't remember what he was thinking, what he was thinking about when he painted this painting, and what kind of mood he was feeling at that time. The reason is very simple, because this painting is his Born after ingesting those white powders.

So, Isaac Mendes just said to his girlfriend Julia Margaret that smoking white powder is for art is not wrong, in a sense it is.

Isaac Mendes has completed a total of five oil paintings similar to this style, each of which was completed in a state of unconsciousness after he inhaled white powder. Under normal conditions, he can only depict the same as before. Unparalleled ordinary work.

However, it may be because of this painting that Isaac Mendes began to hate his own work in normal state. Sometimes my mind is empty and I can't draw anything at all.

The only way to solve this problem is to continue to inhale those white powders and paint in that state after inhalation.

"No, no, what am I thinking, I just promised Julia..."

Isaac Mendes shook his head hurriedly, trying to get rid of this stupid idea from his brain. Anyway, his girlfriend Julia Margaret's words are still reasonable. Smoking that kind of thing is not a good thing. The paintings he drew in his state can't be regarded as his own skills, and he didn't even remember what he drew before he woke up.

He hopes that he can complete such a work independently when he is sober, only then can he officially declare himself a painter.

"Speaking of which, the thing Julia dropped just now is... um, a letter?"

After indulging in his own world for an unknown amount of time, Isaac Mendes finally had the time to pick up a letter that Julia Marguerite had just dropped on the ground.

"Scott Armstrong... who is this?"

The name on the envelope confuses Isaac Mendes. He doesn't know this guy named Scott Armstrong at all, and his girlfriend Isaac Mendes doesn't know anyone with this name in his memory. .

"The receiving address is indeed my home, and the sending address is... Wharton School of Business, University of Pennsylvania?"

The information on the envelope made Isaac Mendes even more confused. He had no idea why a guy he didn't know sent him a letter from the University of Pennsylvania. Guy Armstrong's words can be forgiven, the problem is that he searched everything in his mind, and in any case can't think of when he had contact with him.

Judging from the receiving address, this letter should have been brought by Julia Margaret after she saw it in the mailbox outside. After all, she knew that it was absolutely impossible for Isaac Mendes to check it on his own initiative. Kind of thing, if it weren't for Julia Margaret, this letter might have lain dormant in the letterbox for years.

If you look at the envelope, you will never see anything. No matter who the other party is or what purpose, as long as you read the content, it will be clear at a glance. With this in mind, Isaac Mendes tore open the envelope casually, revealing the contents inside. out.

There is a letter inside, as the outer packaging represents, an ordinary letter, Isaac Mendes shook a few times, trying to shake out more things, unfortunately there is really only this one inside letter only.

Seemingly understanding that there was nothing else to be found, Isaac Mendes released his mind from any hidden objects that might be hidden, and read this letter carefully.

"This is written..."

Isaac Mendes just read the beginning, and was shocked by the content recorded in it, and his brows frowned instantly.

At the beginning of the letter, Scott Armstrong, who wrote the letter, introduced himself to Isaac Mendes, told Isaac Mendes that he was a marketing professor at the Wharton School of the University of Pennsylvania, and mentioned Little things to try to prove themselves, but that's not the point, the real problem is after that, when he introduces himself and gets down to business.

I was still introducing myself a second ago. Scott Armstrong wrote the word Illuminati (Illuminati) in bold red characters after introducing himself in the next paragraph.

However, this word has nothing to do with the context at all, as if the person who wrote this letter had a sudden convulsion and added such a sentence in the text. Isaac Mendes doesn't know exactly what it is, but it is better to skip this paragraph. The text is also true.

This guy named Scott Armstrong claimed to be inspired by God, and thought that Isaac Mendes was a compatriot who felt God just like him, and hoped that he could go to the gathering of their compatriots.

Chapter 150: Exiting and Entering

"It's too suspicious..."

This is a perfectly normal reaction, and although Isaac Mendes is a drug addict, he is otherwise just a normal person, and it's really hard for him to believe that this kind of weird letter from beginning to end is only short of suspicious writing. It is too difficult.

"Time, one o'clock this afternoon? The location is... the Bethesda Fountain in Central Park, New York?"

The moment I saw the address of the meeting, Isaac Mendes decided that the person who wrote the letter was a liar, and the reason for thinking that the other party was a liar was very simple, because the sender clearly claimed to be a professor at the University of Pennsylvania Business School, The meeting place is not Philadelphia, where the University of Pennsylvania is located, but New York, where Isaac Mendes is now.

This may seem trivial at first glance, but when you think about it, you will realize how strange it is.

First of all, Scott Armstrong, who sent the letter, is from Philadelphia. There is no doubt about it. Even if he is not from Philadelphia, since he claimed to be a professor at the Business School of the University of Pennsylvania, he is equivalent to claiming that he lives in Philadelphia. That’s it. Look, a professor living in Philadelphia who invites people to meet up in New York, far away from where he lives, is really hard to explain.

It's like a person who is planning to celebrate his birthday, but has moved the venue of the birthday party from his own home to a neighbor's home for no reason. Anyone who suddenly knows this kind of news will have doubts about it.If there is not enough reason for this behavior of switching places, it is inevitable to be suspected.

Of course, the difference between this party and the birthday party is that it did not have an agreed location, but because of the sender, Isaac Mendes thinks the two are the same, so he will never go Go to this kind of party.

After all, he didn't know this Scott Armstrong at all, and there was no reason to go to the party because of such a letter.

Thinking of this, he casually threw the letter into the trash can beside him, and sorted out the scattered items when he hit the table just now.

"Ah, it's not good, there's no food..."

Perhaps it was due to the exhaustion of tidying things up, Isaac Mendes suddenly realized that he was hungry. If he thought about it carefully, he hadn't eaten anything since last night, and he couldn't find any in the refrigerator. something edible.

Originally, Isaac Mendes was a free-spirited guy who didn't pay much attention to his own diet. Julia Margaret usually helped him buy food. It was for this reason that he came here today. Unfortunately, he screwed up myself.

For Isaac Mendes, if he does not want to continue to maintain an empty stomach, he has to go out to eat, and he can also purchase food reserves for a period of time in the future.

By the way, takeout is not allowed. Isaac Mendes is an absolute takeaway prohibitionist, but this does not mean that he will not eat food from those takeaway shops. Specifically, Isaac Mendes What is rejected is the food associated with the outside world.

For example, if Isaac Mendes went out to a restaurant in person, even if the food was not very good, he would not complain much about eating it.However, if the same food is not eaten in the store, but is packaged and delivered to his home as a takeaway, he will immediately refuse to choose to eat it, even if the food is better than the store.

Isaac Mendes simply doesn't like takeout, for no other reason.

"I have no choice but to go out...... Maybe I can go to Julia's place."

Putting on the clothes that he didn't know where he tossed, Isaac Mendes picked up the wallet and keys, and walked a few steps towards the door, but before taking two steps, he felt something was wrong again, and scratched his head in doubt.

"Ah, I almost forgot to put on my shoes!"

After confirming it from beginning to end, Isaac Mendes suddenly realized that he was still wearing bare feet, no socks and shoes, and it was true that he could forget this kind of thing. It's amazing, most people can't do it.

After spending another five minutes putting on his socks and shoes and tying the laces, Isaac Mendes finally had nothing to unplug and walked straight out of the house.

"Okay, I'm so hungry... Forget it, let's eat Burger King today."

Not long after walking out of the house, the hunger highlighted by his tired body disrupted Isaac Mendes' plan. He originally planned to walk to a barbecue restaurant he liked a kilometer away, but he was really hungry. He didn't even want to wait for such a short time, he turned and walked into the gate of Burger King (Burger King) which was nearest to him.

Of course, this has a lot to do with Isaac Mendes walking less than halfway and about 600 meters away from the destination barbecue restaurant. From this point of view, it might be better for him to drive out just now, Isaac Mendes came here because he felt that the distance to the destination was not far away. If there was an emergency such as a traffic jam, it might be possible to walk faster in terms of time.

However, Isaac Mendes, who left home, did not know that shortly after he left, his home welcomed several uninvited guests.

One of them was standing at the door of Isaac Mendez's house facing the lock, fiddling with it with a long, thin wire pulled out of his pocket, while the others were looking at it from several angles. Surround him with traces, blocking the sight of passers-by.

"Did you get it done?"

Maybe it took a long time, his companion was a little anxious and asked impatiently.

"Damn, don't talk to me, I almost made it, wait, it'll be right away."

Because of his companion's words, he slipped his hand, and the guy who was unlocking the lock said angrily, but the anger was anger, and the movement of his hands did not stop.

"Relax and take your time. It's a long way from Central Park. By the time he realizes something's wrong and comes back, we'll be done."

A very important message was revealed in this man's words, but the value of this message varies from person to person, and no one else can hear it now.

click

While speaking, with a beautiful sound that made these people intoxicated, the door of Isaac Mendes' house was opened by the wire in the man's hand.

"Hurry up, hurry up, take advantage of the present, and get it done before he finds out that something is wrong."

Now that the door has been opened, there is no need for the few people next to them to put on a show. After checking that there are no people around, they rushed into Isaac Mendes' home a few steps forward.

Chapter 150 Two Stealing Gang

Nothing needs to be described too much, as they are doing now, these people are thieves, and Isaac Mendez's house was chosen for no other reason than that he was the target of the theft.

This thief is different from other thieves who don't randomly select targets, and is a little more particular about who they steal.However, there is actually no special reason for this particularity, it's just because the success rate of doing so is relatively high, so they did it. For example, they chose to break into Isaac Mendes' house now.

Generally speaking, this group of people will choose painters, artists, performance artists, etc. who are not popular or popular as the targets of theft.Because the economic conditions of such people are usually very good, and the probability of high-value items hidden in the residence is high. After all, there is no condition to play art without financial means.

Of course, there are also guys who don't have much money but insist on art, but generally speaking, good economic conditions account for the vast majority, which is much better than random selection.

What's more, this kind of guy is very casual about the placement of his belongings. He doesn't store his valuables tightly like ordinary people. Even a guy without much money has a high probability of placing some valuable items at random.

And the most important point is that many of these guys like to brag about their art, collections and other things on the Internet, and the protection of personal data is not strict. People who are proficient in the Internet can easily find them and register in online address.

This is how they found out the address of Isaac Mendes, through some works he had posted on the Internet and the information registered at that time. In fact, the letter Isaac Mendes received was sent by them. Yes, in order to let him go away for a while.

They didn't have this kind of action when they first started this business, but after staying with a few of these 'artists', they found that many of this type of people don't like to go out, and they haven't been able to find opportunities.

But who among them thinks that such 'artists' like to fantasize and indulge in their own world, it should be easy to make up a plausible reason for them to accept, so there is this kind of letter.

The reality is, that person was thinking the right thing.

After they wrote the kind of letters that normal people would hardly believe and revealed suspicious words from beginning to end, almost all of their targets followed the actions described in the letter and went to those fake parties. I really don’t know. Should I say naive or full of fantasy.

This group of people took advantage of the time they were away to break into the empty house and take everything that seemed valuable.

"It looks like there will be a good harvest this time."

After breaking into Isaac Mendes' home, the first thief who entered looked at the items in the room for a while, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It's not bad, but don't stand there stupidly, work, don't be discovered like last time."

A guy who came in from behind glanced at the original man, then looked at the window, and reminded.

Stealing things like this is not easy. The longer you do it, the higher the risk. Even if it is easier to choose a partner, they have been noticed several times when they fled in a hurry. So far, they have not been caught. It can only be said that they are more cautious. Good luck too.

"Tsk, what a big house, where does this kind of art guy get his money, this guy named Isaac is not famous."

The first thief opened the aisle door, looked at the large living room and the outside yard, and said with some resentment that he could vaguely see the upstairs room.

"You got it wrong from the premise. It's not because they have money to make art, but because they have money to make art... Well, it's just that money is good. If there is no money, there is no need for us to come .”

Another thief opened the side drawer, rummaged through it and found three twenty-dollar bills, put them in his pocket and casually said to his accomplice.

"Don't worry about this kind of change, look for something more valuable, we don't have much time, don't waste it on it."

Seeing his accomplice taking $[-] and stuffing it into his pocket, the thief who came in at first couldn't stand it anymore and had to remind him.

"Ah, sorry, sorry, it's just..."

Obviously, this is not the first time he has done this kind of thing. At this time, he will always subconsciously put this kind of change into his pocket. I don’t know why, it may be a habit. If there are a lot of money, he may just put it in a bag Well, this kind of subtle change is the most tangled.

"Tch, there are so many paintings, will anyone really buy this kind of painting... Huh?!"

The thief looked around at the oil paintings on the floor in the living room, and wanted to turn his head with some disdain, but he noticed something strange the moment he turned his head.

"what happened?"