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Chapter 016. The Death of the Artist(2/2)

As for Asano Ari.

She came by her own car.

It was an extended black luxury sedan.

Bang.

A man in a black suit and sunglasses got off the driver's seat and respectfully opened the back door.

Asano Ariko got out of the car.

Her long hair was tied into a bunch of red sandalwood paper on the back of her head.

Wearing a beige cotton T-shirt and wearing a gray-blue denim jacket on the outside.

The lower body is covered with black trousers and sneakers.

He dressed very casually, but he exuded a youthful and lively atmosphere everywhere.

She gave her driver a few instructions, watched the car drive away, and then walked to Qiao Qiao.

"Good afternoon, Qiao Sang."

Asano Ariko looked like a lady from a family and greeted Qiaoqiao politely.

"Please give me some advice today."

Then bow gently.

"Where is, I am."

Qiao Qiao also bowed.

Although there is something wrong.

Speaking of which, I really like to bow with the Chinese people.

When meeting, bow.

Say goodbye and bow.

Please ask someone else to bow.

If you are asked by others, you must bow.

Just bow, there is nothing that cannot be solved.

If one bow is not enough, just bow twice or three times!

In addition, there is also the strongest way to get out of the earth and apologize.

Whether it is food safety issues, political donations, or nuclear fuel leaks.

As long as you get off the ground and apologize, you can be forgiven.

After showing the ID to the security guard.

Qiao Qiao rode his own motorcycle and pulled the wooden box.

Asano Ariko and the security guard walked.

Come to the 19th building of this community.

Qiao Qiao's motorcycle was parked in the yard, and as for the box, it was placed aside.

This is a four-story villa that looks quite spacious from the outside.

However, the shape of the building is obviously different from the others.

Qiao Qiao can't tell the difference, but the whole building has an amazing sense of oppression.

It seems that as long as it exists here, it will make people breathless.

“It’s really worrying.”

Along the way, the security guards were introducing the situation to the two.

Of course, before this, Qiao Qiao had also read relevant information.

The owner of this villa is Mr. Kenji Ikeguchi, who runs a small company selling art.

But in fact, the design and builder of this house is Mr. Inuke's father, Inuke Tetsu.

Tetsushi Inuchi was an architect, but retired many years ago.

The second and third floors of this villa have been used as studios in the past.

Mr. Kenji Iguchi sometimes lives here on weekends.

It was a very normal house.

But a week ago.

Tetsuki Iguchi committed suicide.

It's in the living room of this villa.

He committed suicide by hanging himself.

According to Mr. Kenji Iguchi, the old father has been depressed since he retired.

After going to the hospital for examination, it was speculated that he might have depression.

In recent years, Takashi Ikeguchi's works have also declined, and the rumors outside have aggravated his illness.

Perhaps for an artist.

The inability to create works of art represents the end of life.

The country itself is a country that advocates sorrow and regards sorrow as beauty.

Since ancient times, there have been many literati and artists who committed suicide.

But the problem is.

After Tetsushi Iguchi's death.
Chapter completed!
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