Infinity from the giant

You can search for "Unlimited Search Novels from Giants (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Billy Street, located on the east side of Bushen City, is a series of apartment buildings, neatly arranged.

The nanmu windows on the windowsill of the building are quite exquisite, the reliefs on the top of the balcony stone railings are vivid, and the patterns on the walls are also very beautiful.

A layer of asphalt was spread on the masonry pavement. In the Fifth Age, the use of asphalt to reinforce the pavement was so expensive that only roads dedicated to the wealthy could use asphalt to reinforce the surface.

However, since the rise of the Steam Alliance, various technologies have been vigorously developed. In 292 of the Sixth Age of the Natural Calendar, a scholar named Marvin Andrews published a report on the "Improvement of Asphalt Process" in the Journal of Natural Science. paper.

Only 20 years later, almost all the main roads in Faroland were completely asphalted, and the same was true in other cities. This situation has spread to almost all countries in Saigon.

Bushen City has a longer history of using asphalt. About 120 years ago, a natural asphalt lake was discovered in the east of the city. Even today, people are still building roads with this asphalt that they have emerged from the ground.

Now, it is also used in coatings, plastics, rubber industries, etc.

There are some children chasing and playing in the streets of Billy Street. They are lively and active, and they can hear the laughter from time to time.

Some housewives wore common dresses and hurried with a basket in their hands. There were also elderly people practicing aerobics in the small square.

The popularity here is not bad. After all, they are all middle-income families. John Hacks of the Mercott Chamber of Commerce lives here, and the other party has worked for Joseph for more than ten years.

There will still be some faint stench in the drains on both sides of the road, and even some vegetable leaves and waste paper can be seen on the ground.

Many women and children like to throw some domestic rubbish directly on the street. At present, citizens have very poor public health awareness.

If it weren't for this street being cleaned every day, it would be as stinky and messy as many slums, just like the area around the hut rented by Rennes, he would sleep with the windows closed at night.

Rennes and Catherine walked side by side on the street. Catherine was tall, 172 centimeters high, and had blond shoulder-length hair. The whole person looked heroic.

Renn has also grown taller. He is now 1.76 meters tall, with a slender figure and well-proportioned muscles. There is only one rich man between tall and handsome.

The two walked together with a high rate of turning their heads back. A faint fragrance drifted into the tip of his nose, and he couldn't help getting closer to her.

It felt strange, like being in a garden after a breeze and drizzle, Ren found that Catherine's body scent was a bit special.

One is the smell of perfume. The scent of pelargonium is the strongest, mixed with aromas of rose, iris, and jasmine.

The other is fresh and natural, refreshing, like flowers blooming in the forest, it does not seem to smell like perfume.

"Little boy, why are you so close to me? Do you want to take advantage of me?" Catherine raised her eyebrows and pouted naughty.

After hesitating, Ryan said uncertainly: "You seem to be able to purify the air."

"Huh?" Catherine was confused.

"I mean you have a fresh and natural fragrance." Renn explained.

Catherine's expression changed slightly, her crimson eyes staring at him: "Can you feel it?"

Tan Tan Shou, Rehn was a little confused: "I don't think you need to use perfume, it's not as good as your body fragrance."

With a light spit, Catherine jokingly said: "Little boy, what do you know? My sister uses'prosperous' and high-end perfume. You are probably not a young hairy boy who has ever slept with a woman and doesn't understand women's hearts.

Rolling his eyes, Ren shrugged: "When I didn't say it!"

Catherine smiled sweetly: "Are you angry?"

"No, but I really don't understand women."

"Really? Someday if my sister can't get married, it will be cheaper for you."

Ren shook his head, and he found that the other party was actually far less open than his mouth.Jin Yong Chinese www.jyebook.com

"Remember, don't talk nonsense about this." Catherine told him.

Ren nodded. He was not stupid. He naturally felt that Catherine's identity was not simple, it seemed that he had a lot of background.

Soon, the two entered Building B, followed the wooden stairs in the building to the sixth floor, and knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

A middle-aged woman's voice sounded, and Ren and Catherine pushed in and looked at the housewife in front of her. She was wearing a floral dress, a little blessed in figure, a sad face, a black hemorrhoid on her chin, and she looked worried.

"Hello, Mrs. Hacks, we are looking for your husband. It was Mr. Joseph who asked us to visit him." Catherine said politely. She is always polite in front of ordinary people, but bad in front of extraordinary people. .

With a little surprise on her face, Mrs. Hacks lifted up and smiled: "Thanks to the respected Master Joseph for caring about John. He is in very bad mental state recently."

She asked the two of them to wait, and went to the bedroom to call out her husband.

The two met John Harks, with messy black hair, thick eyebrows, high nose and thick lips.

His face was extremely pale, his eyes were slightly bloodshot, dark circles under his eyes were obvious, and his spirit was very sluggish, like a person who had stayed up for a few days or had long-term insomnia.

"Two, what's the matter?" John said weakly.

Rehn took the lead: "Yes, you bought a self-portrait from a lady three months ago. We want to know the details of that day."

John's expression changed and he winked at his wife. She immediately understood, closed the door, and then went into a bedroom to avoid it.

"She is covered with a black veil and dressed in mourning clothes. I don't know her name and looks." John said solemnly.

"Really? That painting is not a masterpiece, why did you buy it? And it was from a widow who had just been widowed. You don't look like a healthy person now." Wren questioned.

John stopped talking, but Catherine's voice was soft: "Mr. John, we are here on the commission of your boss. I hope you can explain the situation. You should know that several people who have visited the art gallery have been killed. Related to a self-portrait."

"DaDa..."

The sound of the pendulum echoed in the living room. After an unspeakable silence, John's expression changed several times. He rubbed his fingers on his knees and pants, and finally sighed, telling the story of the incident.

That day, he was originally just going to the street to buy a few works by young artists with high skill in the name of Joseph. He won the favor of some down-and-out painters, and at the same time he could promote the gallery and accumulate some reputation for the boss. It doesn’t cost much money anyway.

Maybe many years later, the painter died, and he advertised it several times. These works have become "famous paintings" and they can make a fortune.

When the masked woman handed over the painting, John actually didn't want to buy it. Although the painting was of good level, the other party was wearing a black dress and was in mourning, which was unlucky.

The widow then handed him 5 gold coins, saying that her husband was a downfall painter during his lifetime, and her dream was that one day her work would be appreciated and recognized by everyone.

Now that he has passed away unfortunately, she hopes to put this husband’s favorite self-portrait in the art gallery, but she has no choice but to let him go.

When John saw it, he accepted it. It was not entirely out of sympathy and greed for money, and he could save a sum of money to buy the painting. Why not do it.

"So, you don't actually know the other person's name and appearance." Renn said lightly.

John covered his face with his hands and regretted it very much: "I shouldn't be greedy for those five gold coins. Since that day, I have been dreaming. It was just a little strange at first.

After that, the dreams became more and more terrifying. I thought about the problem with that painting, but I was not sure. After all, I bought a lot of paintings during that time."

"What dream? Please elaborate. We were invited by your boss to solve this matter." Catherine took out the key of the Dell Portrait Gallery and shook it. John obviously put down some guards when he saw this. He had seen the key.

Catherine suspected that the other party was the first person to be possessed by the strange resentful spirit, and luckily survived, but was mentally injured.

As if recalling something terrible, John's body was tense and his lips trembled: "It was nothing at first, it seems that it was just a young artist who saved a woman who passed out on the side of the road..."