Moreover, Tsurumi also noticed that the man who came out of the treasure house looked at her in a strange way, which made her feel uncomfortable and even chilly.

But the way the other party looked at the senior sister looked normal.

"Me? You can call me the painter." The man briefly introduced himself, and then waved to the two girls standing side by side, "Why don't you come in and take a look? Treasure House. I guarantee you won't suffer any loss. And

There is no admission fee for beautiful children like you."

Xiaolu shook his head, and the chain of the incense burner in his hand turned with a warning sound: "I think I don't want it anymore."

The painter didn't say anything, he just smiled and waved his hand.

Then, in the sight of the young disciples, the outline of the simple treasure house suddenly expanded a lot, and the architectural structure of the house expanded and extended.

Before they could recover, Kanoya, Tsurumi, and the man who claimed to be a painter were all in the wooden room.

This may be the interior of the treasure house.

The space inside is much larger than the external structure of the Treasure House at the beginning, and the light is dim.

There are many framed paintings hanging on the surrounding walls.

Among them, the one that occupies the center position and is also the largest is covered by a silky white cloth, so that what is painted cannot be seen.

But others -

Shot birds on the edge of the pool.

It could be a zebra that was killed and disemboweled by some large animal.

A stray dog ​​was run over and killed by a car on the side of a country road.

A man collapsed in the bathtub, covered in blood.

Without exception, the subjects of all the paintings are corpses, animals, and even humans.

The colors are strong, and the corpses that are highlighted are pale and dripping with blood. Under the dim light in the room, the thick color blocks on the paintings have a ferocious atmosphere of death.

"Look, kids, I'm a painter."

The painter said this while standing in front of a wall covered with strange paintings, as if he was showing those paintings, but also as if he was showing himself and reasserting his identity.

However, his somewhat emotional words did not receive any response.

Tsurumi Aoi pressed the hilt of the Ichimonji sword in her hand to ensure that she could draw Iai at any time.

Kanoya glanced at the little old man who did not avoid it and was still standing at her feet.

The hat on the latter's head shook slightly, signaling to the ladies not to act rashly yet.

We still can’t see through the details of the painter.

The other party seemed to be human, but also full of dangerous aura. It was not yet clear what he was going to do.

As for time...

The master already knows the situation of the eldest ladies.

The longer the time is delayed, the better it will be for the young ladies.

The little deer understood what the little old man meant and quickly turned his attention back to the painter.

She had to ensure that this weird man always kept a certain distance from herself and Xiaokui.

It's okay to delay for a while.

But if that strange painter dares to get closer to himself or Xiaokui, then Kanoya will definitely release all the shikigami immediately, and will directly swing the incense burner at the opponent's head, or take out the Glock to empty the magazine.

"Sorry, kids. The room is very dark. Appreciating paintings in this environment may not be good for your eyes. But I have always kept the light here like this, haha... I don't want it to happen.

Sunlight shines in. Appreciating the light of a painting is very important. Even if it is the same painting, under the changing natural light, the feelings will be different due to different times and angles. "

"Sunshine, sunshine, ah, maybe there will never be such an element in my paintings."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "You know? I used to be quite famous in the painting circle. People called me 'the painter who is best at painting dead bodies'. Isn't it strange?"

There are many people who are willing to spend money to buy this kind of painting. But they probably won't hang my painting in their room. Paintings with corpses don't look like decorations in any way. They will probably hang my paintings instead.

Hide it, wait until the night is quiet, and then quietly take it out to watch. Haha, those people who will buy my paintings are probably so sick..."

The painter didn't seem to notice the hostility between Kanoya and Tsurumi, so he talked to himself.

Finally, Xiaolu, who had been observing the distance between the two sides, responded: "Why did you draw such a picture?"

Xiaolu himself is also a little painter, although he mainly draws books.

But the drawings in her notebooks are indeed very good.

Although the book is not something that can be placed directly in public, it is at least completely different from these gloomy paintings and full of vitality.

"You ask why..."

Kanoya's question seemed to make the painter very happy. He gently rubbed his fingers over the white cloth on the huge painting in the center of the wall. The soft cloth changed shape with the movements of his fingers, but the painter did not lift the white cloth.

"Where should I start?" The painter didn't know why, he glanced at Tsurumi Aoi, and then seemed to be lost in memories, "That's about my lover. I have only loved her in my life.

A person, her appearance completely changed the trajectory of my life——"
Chapter completed!