I, The Occult Painter, Draw The Truth

I'm in a good mood.

Even the air is sweet.

Chen An always smiled along the way, and the little guy standing in front of him was like a lark, talking non-stop.

Tell Chen An about what happened to her at school.

After a while he asked Chen An where they were going.

various things.

Whether it's childish, playful, or funny, boring, she'll say it.

Seriously and in detail.

The little face is sometimes serious, sometimes happy.

Very cute.

really.

Sometimes, a child's energy seems to have no limit.

Chen An has been listening carefully.

Occasionally, she will respond very cooperatively to her sister.

Every time at this time, my sister will laugh happily, and the smile on her little face is sincere and sweet.

Chen An was also laughing and felt happy from the bottom of his heart.

The car the brothers and sisters just bought is a white electric car with a round light in front.

Although not the biggest one in the store.

But enough for the siblings.

Moreover, Chen An will not let his sister sit in the back.

That would be dangerous.

He would rather the little guy stand in front.

It is now afternoon.

The next thing Chen An has to do is to license the electric car.

This is not difficult.

Click the applet on your phone.

Then go to the relevant location to pick it up.

With electric vehicles, everything seems to become faster.

After arriving at the relevant location, getting the license plate, Chen An installed the car on the spot.

Since then.

This little white car also has a license plate.

My sister was watching the whole time.

The little girl squatted there, her eyes not blinking.

very serious.

After the license matter is resolved.

Chen An took his younger sister to buy daily necessities, stock up on vegetables for the family, and buy painting tools.

Again.

With the car, the brother and sister no longer need to walk.

It feels so quick to do everything in an instant.

After a long time.

Chen An finally finished the purchase, and the big bag was hung on the electric car.

Some are in storage baskets.

Chen An also bought some snacks and some children's books for his sister this time.

It's vacation after all.

Little girls can sometimes feel bored.

With books, she can read for a long time.

Turn on the switch and twist the handlebars.

The brand-new Xiaobai drove the Chen An brother and sister quickly towards the Happy Garden Community...

This time, don't worry about the long journey.

Don't worry about being tired anymore.

It didn't take long for the two brothers and sisters to arrive at the community and stop at the bottom of the floor.

Park the car.

Take something out.

The siblings went upstairs.

Because he was worried about his brother's injured arm, Jingjing took the initiative to ask to hold a small bag.

The bag is not light in weight.

The little girl held it with both hands.

Chen An couldn't bear it, but the little girl was very stubborn.

Just to carry.

Chen An could only agree and felt warm in his heart.

The two went upstairs and returned home.

Xiao Jing's face flushed red.

He put the bag on the ground and breathed slightly.

Chen An smiled and pinched his sister's face:

"You're exhausted, go to rest, leave the rest to your brother, brother is fine..."99

"$7..."

Jingjing hesitated, but finally nodded, took out a children's book he just bought, sat in the living room, and read it carefully.

Seeing the seriousness of his sister, Chen An suddenly felt that the money was not wasted this time.

That's right.

Today, this time, the cost is a little too big.

Not to mention big shopping.

How much is an electric car alone...

Chen An's small treasury, which was originally not full, seemed even more empty at this moment.

But fortunately it was all worth it.

Next, Chen An packed up and made a simple lunch.

Although the left arm is injured, it is not very convenient.

But in the end it was done successfully.

After the brothers and sisters finished eating, Chen An packed up again and brought the newly bought drawing tools into the studio.

Put things away.

My sister is reading children's books in the living room.

Chen An glanced at it.

He sat in front of the drawing board with confidence.

After thinking for a while, Chen An sent the prepared electronic version of "Old Days Come" to the editor-in-chief Chen.

According to the editor-in-chief Chen.

Tomorrow is the exhibition.

He submitted the manuscript at this time, and I don't know if it will be too late.

Editor-in-chief Chen quickly replied to the message:

"Received! I've already read it, my God, I feel shocked, Xiao Chen, how many wonderful ideas are in your head...

Chen An smiled slightly and replied:

"Editor Chen, is it too late?"

Editor-in-chief Chen responded immediately:

"No, no, it just so happens that I can print the drawing today..."

Chen An exhaled slightly.

Fortunately, it's not too late.

So much happened last night, giving the illusion that a long time has passed.

Actually not.

Nothing is fine.

Chen An glanced out of the studio window, where the sunlight was just right.

Although it has been busy for so long, it seems that there is still a lot of time until dusk.

Chen An looked back.

Heart silently let out a breath.

He looked around at the walls, where many unfinished paintings hung.

He is picking.

He wants to try it today, and then complete the painting, will his mental power still be as overdrawn as before.

Soon.

Chen An's gaze stopped.

That's right, he has a goal to try.

Shadow plane.

Somewhere in Aoyama City.

Mr. Mask looked down at the bloody man lying in front of him.

The man's feet had left his body, and he was lying on the ground not far away.

The man lost a layer of flesh on his back.

From the perspective of ordinary people, it should be a very terrifying and bloody scene.

But Mr. Mask didn't seem to care about all this, he just looked at the man and thought about what the man had just experienced.

What is that white transparent thin line?

Why keep staring at this human male?

Mr. Mask thought.

At this moment, the man under his feet was already on the verge of death.

Only the last breath was left hanging.

There is blood all around.

Just now, when Mr. Mask moved the man into the shadow plane, he also moved in all the traces he left in the real world.

So, the real world looks business as usual.

"Pictures... thin white lines..."

Mr. Mask said in a low voice, the smiling face on the mask was the same as usual.

He squatted down and looked at the man who had passed out, thinking in his mind.

He was staring at the man because he saw the weird picture on the man's phone.

Mr. Mask felt that the picture had some kind of fatal effect.

But he didn't expect that, in the end, that lethality would show itself in the form of thin white lines.

And the thin white line is exactly what the picture on the man's phone shows...

From this point of view, the fatality is related to the content of the picture...

"What a fun stuff..."

Mr. Mask muttered.

Judging from the situation just now, the thin white line seems to be unstoppable until it achieves its purpose.

However, at this moment, the man entered the shadow plane.

Then, the fatal rule effect of that weird picture is invalid.

After all, this is the home ground of the Mysterious Group.

"What about this human male? 35

Mr. Mask looked at the man with only one breath left on the ground and thought.

Whether this man is alive or dead has no meaning to him.

The only meaning is that it might help him explore what's behind the weird picture.

After all, the growth of the shadow plane requires a lot of devouring, no matter what type of mystery, it is the goal of their mysterious group...

is thinking.

Suddenly.

The huge eye of the old days in the sky stared at the direction where Mr. Mask was.

At the same time, a distorted and strange sound transmission sounded in Mr. Mask's heart.

Mr. Mask paused slightly.

When he roughly understood the meaning of the sound transmission, Mr. Mask said in surprise:

"`.Anyone known by the Creator is in danger?"

Through the sound transmission of the old days, Mr. Mask probably understood something.

turn out to be.

While he was tracking the man, the creator and the little master carried out a series of activities.

During this period, the Mysterious Group has been following.

When the Creator arrived at a convenience store on a pedestrian street, the mysterious group discovered that the owner of the convenience store and his daughter seemed to have encountered strange pictures as well.

The Creator didn't pay attention at the time.

But the mysterious group naturally saw it clearly.

It was the same type of cryptic picture on the phone of the man Mr. Mask was tracking!

It wouldn't matter if other humans encountered those kind of mysterious pictures.

After all, it doesn't matter how many other people die.

But that convenience store is where the creator usually works, and the creator obviously also has goodwill towards the owner of the convenience store...

This is the will of the supreme creator!

*-*!

The mystery group had to pay attention.

Knowing this matter, Mr. Mask's eyes were also dignified.

The Creator is supreme.

Therefore, what the Creator detests will also be detested by their mysterious group.

same.

The existence of the creator's kindness will also be the kindness of their mysterious group.

thought for a while.

Mr. Mask looked up at the sky:

"Miss Succubus, what do you think?

Weird syllables followed.

Mr. Mask suddenly said, "Protect the owner of that convenience store, and her daughter?"

Mr. Mask nodded slightly.

"It should be protected. It's not hard to guess. If the Creator knows about this (Zhao Lihao), he will definitely choose to protect them. This is the will of the Creator, although the Creator did not explicitly say...

"The question now is, how to protect?"

The convenience store owner knew the creator.

Their mysterious group cannot appear directly in front of them, otherwise it will be easily exposed.

And directly using tough methods... According to common sense, this is a bit contrary to the will of the Creator.

Therefore, tough measures will not work.

so……

Mr. Mask pondered, and suddenly, the old voice transmission resounded in his heart again.

The sound transmission was distorted, weird, and confusing, but Mr. Mask instantly understood what it meant:

"He will be my human body..."

Mr. Mask was stunned.

Before he could fully react, not far from him, the bloody man lying down suddenly trembled.

Immediately after.

In the surprised eyes of Mr. Mask.

The man twisted his body and got up.

His body was twisted and weird.

It wasn't long before these twists slowly returned to their original positions.

The man looked back at the flesh and blood on the ground and the blood brother.

The next moment, those flesh and blood flew up automatically and returned to the man's body.

After a few seconds, the man actually fully recovered.

There was no trace of injury to be seen on the surface.

Mr. Mask looked at the man and finally understood what the old days meant.

He tried to ask, "Old days?"

The man seems to be a little out of tune with his current body.

He looked down.

Then he raised his head.

There is eternal indifference in the eyes.