I, The Occult Painter, Draw The Truth

"The world...how to draw..."

Chen An pondered while eating.

This question requires careful thought.

Chen An knows that his style of painting is rather strange, so he can probably predict that after he completes this painting, the work is likely to be strange...

Chen An attaches great importance to this exhibition.

After all, it has the potential to bring itself a lot of money.

Therefore, Chen An wondered, should he try to change his painting style?

Because there must be a lot of people in the exhibition.

Those rich people see their paintings, if they are scared, how can they still pay for them...

This is a question worth pondering.

But...

Once he started painting, Chen An couldn't control his own style of painting.

Draw and draw, it may be crooked by itself.

"Kiki" is a typical example.

Up to now, Chen An is not sure whether the beggar will be satisfied when he sees "Kiki" tomorrow.

Well, I'm not satisfied, I probably won't say it.

After all, "Kiki" was given to her...

"Forget it, that's it, stick to your usual style of painting, maybe the effect will be better..."

After thinking for a long time.

Chen An shook his head and made a decision.

...

...

Aoyama City.

suburbs.

afternoon.

A straight and unmanned road, with street trees planted on both sides, and some small residential buildings in the distance.

A strange "person" is walking by the side of the road.

His whole body was shrouded in a large white sheet, and through the sheet, he could vaguely see the outline of the "person"'s body.

The white sheet dragged behind him.

This looks very strange.

People who didn't know it thought that the other party was doing some kind of performance art.

No one knows where he came from.

He just walked so slowly, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry.

gone for a long time.

He finally came to a small residential building...

When he got here, he seemed to have reached his destination.

stopped.

Then, under the cover of the white sheet, the part of the head showing the outline was slightly raised.

He seems to be looking at the building in front of him...

After looking at it for a while, he stepped forward and knocked gently on the door...

Boom, boom, boom...

...

...

Inside the residential building.

in the living room.

"Xiaohu, after you finished the college entrance examination, did you just stay at home and play? It's not good..."

On the sofa, a fat young man about the same age as Chen An was lying very comfortably, holding a mobile phone in his hand, controlling it intently, his face serious and nervous!

"Quadrakill!"

The sound of four kills came from the phone.

The young man continued to operate nervously, his expression twisted!

After a few seconds...

"Damn, what's more than Luban, grab Laozi and kill five!"

The young man yelled fiercely!

Then he shouted in the direction of the kitchen: "Oh, mom, can you stop being so long-winded! I'm gone!"

Sitting on the sofa on the other side, the father who was swiping his mobile phone heard the young man's words and reprimanded:

"How did you talk to your mother? Your mother is doing it for your own good, don't you know?!"

The young man pouted: "I know, I know! Really..."

After speaking, he continued to control the game character.

Impatient face.

At this time, a woman came out of the kitchen with a plate of fruit, frowning, and her face was very worried.

"You said, you've been playing games, what will you do in the future, hey, the college entrance examination results are coming down soon? I don't know how the test is going, hey..."

The young man pouted again, but this time he didn't speak.

The father looked at his son with hatred, and finally sighed helplessly.

There is no way.

I've been used to it since I was a kid.

SAT score?

If this little bastard can pass the college entrance examination, then his ancestral grave will be smoked!

Father exhaled deeply.

Obviously angry.

But there is no way, I have been used to it since I was a child, and I am not willing to fight, and now I am even more reluctant.

Besides, it's useless to fight.

At this time.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door of the living room.

Boom, boom, boom...

Continuous, somewhat noisy.

The young man on the sofa waved his hand and shouted impatiently:

"Mom, open the door..."

After speaking, he continued to play games, but he did not hear his mother's response.

The young man was a little puzzled.

Turning his head to look, he found that his mother had walked silently towards the living room door.

Moreover, the father not far away also stood up and came to sit beside him.

"Dad, what are you doing..."

The young man didn't care, he just asked strangely while controlling the game.

But the father just replied:

"Don't be afraid, it will be over soon..."

After speaking, the father put his hands on the young man's shoulders, very hard.

The father's face seemed to be very painful, as if he was very unwilling to see what was going to happen next.

The young man was stunned:

"What are you doing, Dad, what are you doing..."

The young man wanted to struggle, but his father was so powerful that he couldn't get up.

"Dad, why are you pressing me, I'm going to die, let go, damn..."

The young man looked at the phone and exclaimed.

But the strength of the father's pressing is getting stronger and stronger, and even the young man feels pain!

Young people feel wrong now...

"Dad? Dad! What are you doing, Dad..."

He threw the phone aside, trying to get out of his father's pressure.

At this time, the mother opened the door.

Outside the door stood a "man" shrouded in white sheets.

"The guest is here..."

Mom said numbly, but there was no joy on her face, only fear.

She opened her eyes wide and came to her son.

Then, she stretched out her hand and, together with her father, held down her son.

"Don't struggle son... I love you... Mom loves you..."

Young people are starting to get scared.

The "person" outside the living room door began to move, he walked towards the room, and the target was the young man on the sofa...

Young people are getting more and more frightened.

He began to struggle frantically.

"Dad! Mom! Woohoo...don't scare me...let me go..."

The strength of the father and mother was great, and they suppressed the son firmly.

The mother has already cried out, in great pain:

"Don't... don't struggle... son... little tiger... Mom loves you... woo woo..."

My father's eyes were also red.

Seeing that his son struggled more and more, he grabbed his son's arm, twisted it with all his strength, and broke his arm on the spot.

The young man screamed in agony!

"Little tiger... Dad loves you..."

The father also cried, but the strength of his hands did not weaken in the slightest, and the son's struggle began to be weak.

"Woo woo... Dad... it hurts... woo woo... I'm going to die... I'm going to die... Mom, I'm going to die... woo woo..."

The young man twitched, his face pale.

finally.

The "person" dressed in white sheets came to the sofa.

He watched silently for a while.

Then, he gently, from bottom to top, lifted a part of the white sheet covering his body, covering the young man's feet...

"Mom...I...I...uuuu..."

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ps:

I feel that the data has not moved much today... Is it written down somewhere...

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