Midnight Offering

"Don't think about it. Since you think it's terrible, I won't ask you. Forget all of them!"

I patted him on the shoulder. Suddenly, I felt a sharp sight stabbing towards me. I looked up and saw the lecher. His eyes shifted to me.

I immediately felt a strong possessiveness in his eyes! I quickly put my hands back and gave him a sad look.

Don't look at me like this. I'm just trying to comfort him. I don't mean anything else.

My eyes were constantly passing this message to him, but he turned a blind eye to it. He still looked at me with a kind of reproach, which made me feel like a little wife who had an affair.

All right, all right.

Wang Hongrui and I quietly opened the distance.

Now I don't want to ask him about the contents of those six paintings. I stood aside and recalled what he had just said, frowning.

Wang Hongrui began to have nightmares after he received the painting and took it home.

Is that psychological? Or is it really the devil who is making trouble?

"There's something on those paintings."

The lecher seemed to see my idea, and his tone was steady, and he explained to me: "the influence of evil spirits on the men in the sun is various, such as invading their dreams and affecting their sleep. This is one of the possibilities."

"Do you remember what I said just now? It's very complicated, like a mixture of many different kinds of ghosts."

He put his finger on the mask and rubbed it: "sure enough, there is something on all six paintings, so the breath is mixed together."

Wang Hongrui can't hear the lecher's words, but I can hear them clearly.

After listening to his words, I nodded slightly. After Wang Hongrui's mood stabilized, I asked softly, "are those paintings placed next door?"

His body a shock, look at me in disbelief, surprised way: "how do you know?"

"Don't ask me how I know, but let me ask you why you brought those paintings to this exhibition, although they were not displayed."

He lowered his head and didn't respond to me for a long time.

I won't force him. Since he doesn't say it, there must be his reasons. If he doesn't tell me, I will not know the answer, and asking more will kill his patience.

"Well, if you don't say it, I won't force it. You say that those paintings make you have nightmares every day. What else?"

I guided him, trying to get more information out of his mouth.

He took a breath and looked at the ground as if he were thinking about something.

"That nightmare, I had more than one day, several days."

"Those paintings have been echoing in my dreams. I always scream to get out of my dreams, but I can't do it."

He looked at me timidly, hesitated, and finally said, "the first day they came to my house, I was awakened by that nightmare in the evening. This is the only time I have successfully escaped from a dream."

"I What I said next is all true, true! I didn't make it up! "

Wang Hongrui said excitedly, I looked at him and nodded: "I believe, you say."

"as like as two peas, I saw a dark and long figure standing at my window. This figure has the same red eyes as the creeping white skin of a dream."

When I heard this, I couldn't help but get goose bumps all over my back.

"I can't stand it. I can't stand it. So I brought these paintings here today because I contacted a painting collector and sold them to him."

Now, my heart thumped and jumped suddenly. I was a little dissatisfied and said, "you can't do this. You know that there is something wrong with these paintings. How can you sell them to others?"

"What can I do? I don't know what else to do with them. If I don't sell them, I'll give them to them

I really can't accept this kind of practice. If things are as he said, these paintings can't be left in the world, let alone transfer other people's hands. It's a disaster to others!

After listening to him, I didn't want to touch the six paintings for the time being. Although they were only a wall away from me, I still didn't have the curiosity to find out.

Psychiatrist? Metaphysical painter? A painter in the 1940s?

Foreign painters?

Four points popped out of my mind, thinking.

"Have you ever searched the Internet for the painters of those paintings? Do you know the name of the painter

"Roman trist."

He reported a name, I directly picked up the mobile phone, ready to search, Wang Hongrui said: "don't check, can't find, I have already checked."

"Even if I went over the wall and searched Google and Wikipedia for a long time, there was no such person. He was like a ghost. He didn't exist in this world."I wonder: "then how do you know his name?"

Wang Hongrui put his chin in his hand and sighed: "when my overseas friends sent me the paintings, they told me that I had never opened them up to see them after I received them. I only saw them in my dreams."

"as like as two peas in the real life, I don't know whether the portrait in my dream is the same as in real life. But I was going to take a look at it. I never had that idea after all those recurring nightmares."

"Those paintings should have his real name, but I don't want to open them."

I put down my cell phone, a little frustrated.

I haven't heard of the name Roman trist, but I still hold up my mobile phone and check it. It turns out that there is no content or entry as he said.

However, I have noticed that at the beginning, Wang Hongrui said a few keywords, I input into the search engine.

A painter of metaphysics.

I have never heard of this kind of painter. Some say that the abstract painter, the realist painter, have never seen a metaphysical painter.

When I ordered the word "search", I was shocked!

There is really an introduction and explanation about this painter. It's all in English!

I use some of my poor English to read up, the general meaning can understand, some professional words let me spend a lot of time to read out.

The pornographer's body is behind me, hands on my shoulder, body forward, looking at my mobile phone search content.

He soon let go of his hands and looked away.

Maybe he saw a lot of English and gave up.

He also pretended to be uninterested, which made me feel very funny, and even felt that he was a little cute.

The explanations of metaphysical painters are not many and scattered. Some of them are about writing things that are out of the point. There are many contents in the whole article, but there are few key points.

I can only give up this useless content and look for other interpretations.

Finally, I found something interesting in an entry several pages later.

Metaphysical painter: focusing on the study of life, he believes that there is reincarnation in the world. He thinks that only after death is the most primitive state they have, but also when they are most real as human beings. When painting, they only imagine what kind of posture people will have at the time of death and what kind of appearance they will have after death.

What does that mean? What the hell?

I can't understand this sentence at all. Maybe it's because of my poor translation that I read out the wrong meaning?

The study of life, what the painter painted, has something to do with this? Is it related to reincarnation?

I can't figure out what kind of portrait it would be. He pursues this kind of thing. It's his interest and his hobby. But does this have any impact on his paintings?

"He seems to be a Christian."

Wang Hongrui added this sentence. I don't know anything about religion. When he said that, I went to search for Christianity.

In the end, it took me about ten minutes to find the connection between Christianity, Roman trist and metaphysics.

Reincarnation or something, is it too mysterious?

I wanted to ask about the lecher, but I couldn't, otherwise Wang Hongrui would definitely be scared to death, this lecher! At the critical moment, I also shifted my attention. How can I get some useful content from his mouth?

To tell you the truth, I just saw the explanation of the metaphysical painters, and I felt that it was not reasonable to be mysterious. On the contrary, it aroused my interest in the six paintings.

If I can, I'd like to see it next door.

Suddenly, outside the door came a series of feet, fast and fast, I quickly closed my mouth and sat back to my seat.

The door was opened vigorously and banged against the white wall.

I seem to see some white powder falling from the wall.

"Wang! Macro! Rui! Why aren't you in the showroom? Fans are waiting for autographs! What are you waiting for here? "

A man in a suit stood at the door, his black hair polished by moss, and glared at Wang Hongrui angrily.

Wang Hongrui, with a black face, stood up from his seat. He was in a bad mood: "I'm receiving guests."

"What kind of guests are so incompetent that they don't come early or late and come to the exhibition to see you at this time?"

After hearing this, a cold breath suddenly swept to the man at the door!

All of a sudden, the man lost his voice and fell to the ground with a black air in his eyebrows.

Frightened, Wang Hongrui rushed to him, thinking that his words had provoked him into a panic. He fainted. He hurriedly called the staff to come over and called 120 emergency calls.

Knowing who the culprit is, I looked at the ghost in silence, and his tone was very cold.

"Who let him speak ill of his wife, Queen of my king, what qualifications does he have to teach?"I looked at the staff lounge, which suddenly became very busy. A few nurses in white coats came in and carried the agent out with stretchers in their hands.

"You've gone too far."

I know, ghost breath can bring harm to people. I don't know if this kind of behavior will bring any sequelae to this agent.

"Don't worry. You can't die."

I'm just relieved. I'm still very warm.

How can I not be moved when he protects me like this.