Midnight Offering

I saw a chick's face turn blue and purple. I had the answer in my heart, but I still gave him two winks. He seemed to understand my idea and suddenly stood up from his seat.

"That Come with me. "

Of course, I heard the voice of envy from the fans, but some of them were envious.

A chicken can have such a reaction, also confirmed the idea in my heart - he knows about evil spirits, otherwise he will not understand the meaning of my words and stop.

Only in his subconscious mind, when he knew that, would he think of the words that I could not express for a long time.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I have something to solve with her. Please be calm and enjoy my works first. I'll be back as soon as possible."

A chicken said, then gave me a wink, I followed him, hurried out of the exhibition hall, toward the back door.

There should be a rest place for the organizers. Walking inside, there is a long corridor with a closed door at the end of the corridor. The sign of the toilet can be seen by the door.

There are two doors on the left and right. We walk to the second road on the right. There is a sign at the door: staff rest room.

"Come in, there's no one right now. My agent is outside to help me manage the order. I won't come in at the moment."

He pointed to the folding chair by the table and said, "please sit down." He took a disposable plastic cup and tried to pour water for me.

My guest way: "no, it's not safe here. Someone will come in at any time. Let's make a quick decision and make a long story short."

A chick still poured a cup of warm water and handed it to me. I quickly thank him and watched him sit down opposite him.

"Don't call me chicken. Call me Wang Hongrui in private. This is my real name."

He introduced himself, I naturally exchanged names with him: "I am ronghua, leisurely Rong, prosperous Hua."

Wang Hongrui nodded and wrote down my name. Then he looked at me with a strange light in his eyes: "are you Who studies it? "

I heard him ask such a sentence endlessly. I immediately read it out. I laughed and shook my head. I thought slightly and said, "no, I'm not a researcher. To be honest, I can see ghosts and feel them."

As soon as I finished, I regretted that the existence of ghosts was not recognized by most people in the world, let alone what I said now. If someone else listened to me, I would definitely not believe it and think I was a psychopath.

Even if Wang Hongrui is really exposed to some supernatural things, if I say so, will it cause his antipathy? Would it scare him?

But the fact is, in his eyes, only surprise, I even in his eyes, see sympathy.

Indeed This kind of thing, no matter who you put it, is worthy of sympathy

I had no choice but to smile and pull off the topic: "this is not the time to discuss me. You can talk about it first. I feel the breath of evil spirits in this exhibition hall. You can tell me what you have encountered. Maybe I can help you."

Wang Hongrui is a painter I like very much. If he really bumps into something unclean, I will definitely help him.

In addition, Anning girl, I think, even if I don't help, that girl will definitely ask grandpa an in private to help him.

It's better to put it forward by yourself. If the matter is easy to solve, you can come by yourself.

The lecher is still around. He should not have any opinions.

I took advantage of Wang Hongrui in the trance, glanced at the ghost, a Leng.

His face was on the wall next to me. There was nothing on the white wall, but his eyes were on it.

I wonder, suddenly, my body trembled, as if to understand what, the heart was shocked.

Isn't that the first room on the right opposite that wall? Is it difficult to

"Ronghua, I I don't know where to start. "

Wang Hongrui uttered a voice. He frowned. The dark circles around his eyes were heavier now. It was more obvious in the lounge under the incandescent light.

Dark green, plus now, he dropped his eyes, eyes of loneliness and hesitation, I see in the eyes.

"Tell me, I'll listen."

I approached him a little bit and comforted him, "I'm your fan. What's your problem, you can say, especially in that respect. After all, I've been in touch with some ghosts."

He is difficult to say, I can understand, how can anyone easily say that.

However, if the evil spirit bothered him, he should not speak it out. Why did he hesitate for so long, and he just couldn't come up with a word?

"Last month, I received six paintings from an overseas friend. There was something wrong with these paintings..."Painting?

I looked at him strangely. His forehead began to sweat. There was no air conditioning in the staff rest room. The room was very hot after a short time.

"That friend is a fan of painting collection, and also a fan of mine. Three months ago, through a channel, he received six paintings, which were painted by a famous Dead metaphysical painter."

"It is said that the painter was mentally ill and no one appreciated his paintings at all. Until recently, the place where he kept his paintings was discovered and a large number of paintings were asked to be auctioned."

"What's wrong with those paintings?"

I heard him murmuring there, his voice was very light, his face was more sad, and his eyebrows were almost twisted together. Seeing that the little fresh meat was going to be worried to death by something, I quickly said, "you say, is there something wrong with the painting?"

I am anxious, he has been holding back, in case he has not said, or is about to speak, someone came in, what to do?

This kind of public place, if this matter is heard, or from Wang Hongrui's own population, it will damage his reputation.

"Shocked! A genius painter, a chicken has delusion. Every day he fantasizes that he is haunted by ghosts. Indeed, genius is a madman

It is certain that the next day, such a headline will appear on the microblog, and he will be used by a pile of unscrupulous marketing numbers to rub heat, while there is no one to understand the matter clearly.

It's one thing that we don't have time to solve it. We have to make it clear.

Wang Hongrui finally has a reaction and nods. I can see that his hands are shaking.

"When I got them, I took them home and put them in the storage room at home." He swallowed and looked nervous.

He was recalling the scene.

I looked at him quietly, my eyes looked at him carefully, trying to convey power to him in this way. "At that time, the picture frames were covered with white cloth and tied with red ropes. I did not lift them."

He wiped his forehead with his back and continued, "from the night I got it back, something happened at home."

I frown, draw? If it is like what he said, is it possible that the devil will be attached to the painting?

According to him, the painter was from the 1940s, and his paintings were sealed up in a certain place until they were auctioned three months ago?

There is a real possibility that it will become the residence of evil spirits.

I continued to listen to him, and by the way, I kept an eye on him, listening to whether there were feet outside the door.

"I began to have a strange dream. I was standing in a room with six paintings hanging on the walls. It was the paintings I brought back that day. A man with a bent back, all bare and excessively white skin, was lying on all fours and lying in front of his eyes. His face was covered with a sack, and his red eyes were shining fiercely."

His voice began to tremble.

As he spoke, his emotions became more and more agitated.

"He faced me, then quickly turned around and left, and soon disappeared in my sight. Then, all the dust covers on the painting fell to the ground..."

When he said this, he stopped and gasped violently, his face flushed as if he could not breathe! He put his hands around his head in despair, and his mouth growled like a wild animal.

"Those paintings Those paintings... "

His mouth kept repeating these three words, but did not go on. His eyes were slightly convex, his eyes were red, blood was full of his eyes, and the blue veins on his neck were burst.

I knew it couldn't go on, so I went to him, put my hands on his shoulder and whispered, "calm down, calm down, I'm here."

"If you're afraid, don't think about it. Don't think about it."

"I won't force you. I won't ask."

I sighed. Just listening to what he said and what he had just done, I had confirmed what he said.

There's something wrong with the paintings presented by fans and friends.

"It's next door."

The color ghost slowly opens his mouth, his eyes are still looking at the empty wall beside him, and his voice is a little tight.

He's nervous

I've seen a winker. It's very rare. No matter what kind of ghost he meets, his tone will be a little dignified, but not nervous.

But I saw his hand clenched into a fist on his side, and I saw his state.

What on earth are those six paintings?

With my comfort, Wang Hongrui finally relaxed, and his hands, which held his head tightly, were also released. In a moment, he became extremely decadent, just like a deflated ball, sliding to the ground.

"I want to solve them, throw them away, burn them!"

He looked at his hands helplessly and said, "but I can't. these are all sent by my friends. How can I burn them? How can you throw it away? "

"If one day my friend comes back from overseas to visit me and ask me about my portrait, will I hide it from him?"He was in a bit of a run, incoherent, almost crying out: "let me hide this secret from my friends for a lifetime, I can't do it! I can't do it! "