Let Go of That Blackened Heroine

"what is that?"

"Is it light?"

"Attention all departments. There is a sports car with no license plate and unknown model. It is passing through at a speed of [-] kilometers per hour. My God, it is still accelerating."

The sports car, which is faster than the train, makes the French traffic police extremely painful.

When the speed of the car exceeds [-], they can't catch up at all, and the model is unclear, and it is difficult to even intercept it.

"This guy, is he going through France?"

Crazy speed, the traffic department prepared to intercept, but nothing was done.

They didn't manage to get hold of the sports car, and fortunately, there were no casualties, and they could only assume that some kind of racer was testing a new sports car.

The sports car was parked at the entrance of an exhibition hall.

Yuluo got out of the car.

Yuyihu walked down, although her expression was still very calm, but she covered her mouth, she felt a little nauseous.

Vincent wanted to vomit even more. However, he was a pure soul, not to the level of a feathered fox. He couldn't even vomit. He lay on the ground and vomited for a long time, but he didn't vomit anything.

"Where is this?" Vincent asked while vomiting.

"I don't know, all I know is that the induction in the dark is here, maybe you can find the answer. Go find it." Youluo replied.

Chapter 700 Gauguin

Vincent walked into the exhibition hall, which contained various paintings, and he suddenly realized something.

He quickly searched for it.

His pace gradually slowed down.

He finally stopped in front of a certain painting.

what are weWhere do we come from?Where are we going?

This is the title of this painting.

The painter is, Paul Gauguin.

A very familiar name to Van Gogh.

Vincent reached out and stroked the painting from a long distance.

His hand was far away from the painting, and he couldn't touch it at all.

But his expression was very soft.

In the painting, on the far right is a newborn child.

He touched the child with his hand, and his face was warm, like a father.

In the middle, is a man holding an apple.

Apples are the fruit of wisdom.

His hand touched it, as if it touched an apple.

On the left is an old man.

When the hand fell to this position, tears fell from Vincent's eyes.

The soul can't spit it out, but, for some reason, the soul has tears falling down.

Youluo thought of Van Gogh's last work Starry Night.

starry sky.

cypress.

Cottage.

heaven.

death.

world.

The sky-high cypress connects the starry sky with the cottage.

Death connects heaven and earth.

However, he is not someone who longs for death and seeks death.

He just found the meaning of death.

It's not that he wants to die, it's just that he no longer misses the world.

"If there is no longer something infinite, profound, and real in life, I will no longer be attached to the world."

That's what he used to say.

"Infinite, deep, real stuff."

"It's you!"

He stopped a person looking at the painting.