Pollution throughout the territory

"Looks like Pickman isn't home."

Eliot came over and saw the painting as well, as well as Xia Ren, who was standing in front of the painting meditating, and said: "Pickman's painting style is always so unique, and he likes to paint these strange things. , no one else can understand it except himself.”

Weird stuff...

Xia Ren lowered his head and thought for a moment, then asked, "What exactly does he like to draw?"

Eliot touched his chin, thought for a moment, and said, "He likes to draw devils."

"devil?"

Xia Ren was a little confused: "What kind of devil."

Elliot frowned, as if he didn't know how to describe it.

While making unexplained patterns with his hands, he said: "They are the kind of weird things that can be called nightmares and monsters. Some of them have similar characteristics to humans, such as limbs and facial features, but other places are different. It’s completely different, it’s like taking a bunch of messy organs or things like octopus tentacles and putting them together with the human body.”

Speaking of this, Eliot said with an expression of admiration: "Pickman is an out-and-out genius. He is different from other horror-style painters. Do you know? Pickman has a good relationship with me, so his I have seen many works, including those that have not been displayed - or can not be displayed - he is always good at using concise lines with almost no painting skills to outline those demons that seem to really exist. Look."

When it comes to painting, he is a little gushing: "Other horror-style painters usually use exaggerated colors and strong visual impact to fool the audience's eyes, but Pickman is not at all. He seems to be born with the ability to know and understand. Completely understands what people are really afraid of – anyone who has seen his paintings will pretty much understand what I mean.”

Eliot seemed a little anxious, eager for Xia Ren to prove those things: "I mean, only truly great artists can find the fear of certain things buried in human genes and express it truly.

Yes, it's true.

The monsters Pickman draws are all incredibly realistic. It was as if he had seen it with his own eyes and been with it. You must think that I am a little delirious and even talking nonsense. In fact, I am also aware of it, but he is really that kind of rare genius.

I just said that some of his paintings could not be displayed and were only shown to me. That was not an alarmist statement.

They are too terrifying and give people an extremely twisted sense of weirdness. Once displayed, Pickman may be expelled from the club immediately.

In fact, after I saw the contents of those paintings, I firmly opposed him making those paintings public.

Because from the perspective of an artist, I know very well that it will cause panic, and even to the extent that it can actually affect people's minds. Pickman's art is too early for mankind..."

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Xia Ren patted him on the shoulder to stop him from continuing.

Elliot's expression was already slightly crazy. If he was allowed to keep talking, it was hard to imagine that there would be any accidents.

Xia Ren felt something was wrong. From the book he had just discovered to the strange behavior of Elliot, everything proved to him that his brother-in-law seemed a little different from normal people.

Except for the strange well in front of him, he had never seen Pickman's other paintings with his own eyes, but from Eliot's description, those paintings seemed to be able to distort people's reason and even bring pollution.

As far as Xia Ren knew, if it was just a normal painting, no matter how weird it was, it would never be enough to scare people.

Unless, Pickman draws some real monsters, such as those alien races.

If this is the case, it is not entirely a bad thing. After all, he still remembers that his ultimate purpose in entering the ancient dream was related to pollution.

He must find traces of the Old Ones.

So, perhaps finding Pickman is the key to achieving this goal.

Thinking of this, a thin figure appeared in Xia Ren's mind.

Theresa is still at home waiting for her mother to return. If neither she nor Pickman can count on her, who will the little girl rely on in the future?

"Anna?"

Seeing that he was in a daze, Elliot stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

Xia Ren sighed and said, "I'm fine."

He searched around the house and found nothing else of value. However, there was a photo of Pickman and several other people placed beside the bed in the bedroom, which could be recorded by the camera, indicating that Pickman was at least there when he took the photo. , still belongs to the category of human beings.

My brother-in-law seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, except that the room was neatly cleaned, as if he had made some kind of decision and left after he was ready.

Elliot patted his head and said: "It seems that we won't be able to find him for a while. Pickman will not travel far or go to dangerous places. Why don't we go back to the club first and I'll ask the others People, let’s see if they know where Pickman is.”

Xia Ren shook his head: "I don't have that much time. Theresa is still waiting for me at home. I must go home before tonight."

"Theresa is..."

"My daughter."

Elliot's expression froze, but he did not look disappointed. Instead, he lowered his head and began to think seriously.

"Actually, I also know of a place where Pickman rented a house in the suburbs as a studio. He occasionally painted in the studio. It might be there now."

Xia Ren nodded without any hesitation: "Then let's go immediately."

After he said that, he turned around and left.

"Why."

Elliot stopped him and touched his stomach: "I haven't eaten since last night. Why don't we buy something to eat first."

Xia Ren happens to be hungry too, but eating takes time. What he lacks most now is time.

The journey home from the wealthy area is equally dangerous, taking at least more than two hours. After dark, gang activity occurs, and he must return before four o'clock in the afternoon.

In the end, they bought two fast food, took a taxi from Eliot, and headed in the direction of Pickman's studio.

There are few factories that can operate stably in Merican Country, and industries such as car manufacturing that require high-end supporting industries do not exist in the country. Therefore, almost all the cars here are imported from the Supreme Alliance government. They are rare in quantity and are considered luxury goods. Taxis are therefore very expensive.

But Eliot seems to be used to taking taxis to travel and does not worry about money. Either he is a very famous painter, but given his age, it seems unlikely, or his family is very rich, and Xia Ren is more inclined to to the latter.

The car was driving slowly, and he looked at the scene outside the window, silently hoping that no bad accident would happen next.