Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

Sifang Street is near the well -known attractions in Yangdu, which belongs to the old town. The Splendid Oriental Community is not short for the same years. There are no more than six floors, and an elevator is installed.

Luman followed the back of Anderson and turned to the building closest to the entrance to the community.

When he went up the stairs, he couldn't help raising his right hand and pinching his nose.

There are a variety of strong odors here.

Anderson turned his body and laughed:

"The whole building is renovating."

I don't know when he had stuffed two groups of white paper in his nostrils.

"Why are you all renovating?" Lu Mian didn't cover his doubts.

Anderson glanced at him and smiled and said:

"This community is too old, and most of the owners have moved away. They chose to rent the empty house. Someone rented all the rooms in this building, planned ..."

Speaking of which, Anderson paused, his smile became obvious in the dim corridor, and his voice was low:

"I plan to open a homestay hotel."

"Color Painting", right? That person is yourself, right? Lumian had a certain psychological preparation about this, and frowned slightly:

"Isn't this building still have a house?

"How can I say that all the rooms have been rented?"

Anderson tightened the white paper group in the nostril:

"Is there any possibility, the person who opened the studio was the people who rented the rest of the room?

"The homestay hotel he wants to open is adjacent to the scenic spot, hiding in the community, with the theme of painting."

Lumian still squeezed his nose, so he said suddenly:

"So."

Based on the smell of decoration permeated in the corridor, the two did not slow down at the same time, and soon came to the top floor, that is, the sixth floor.

The two households here are open, and there are colorful inkjets on the walls of the staircase entrance. The core of the inkjet is four text:

"Dumb Studio"

"This name is quite, special." Lu Mi An sincerely commented.

Here, the decoration taste has faded.

Anderson took off the white paper group stuffed in the nostril and explained carefully:

"Painting is a hand, not a mouth, dumb represents the expectations of the students: focus, quiet, and attentive."

"Explanation is so good." Luman raised his palm.

Anderson didn't think he was 笑, and said with a smile:

"This is not me forcibly explained, but the owner of the studio said."

"My sister once taught me dialectical law, thinking that no matter how bad words, you can find a good side, do you think right?" Lu Mian asked with a smile.

Anderson nodded:

"You feel right, that's right."

He led Lumian to the door on the left.

Lumian didn't rush in, stood at the door, and looked at the quite spacious living room.

I have obviously done a certain amount of transformation here, and there is a sketch of oil painting hanging on the wall:

There is a dark piece, only a little golden red "dawn" in the distance, the "storm" of the dark blue sea waves, a large number of "pilgrims" who blurred people in the wasteland, and "monsters" drilled from the bottom of the sea And the "pirate" that is rescued its own ship.

The painting of "Pirate" reminded Lumianhuo with the latest book "Big Adventurer". He saw the vines growing on the heads of those people, a watermelon, and a white liquid sprayed on the deck everywhere. Essence

www.youxs.org? In the thoughtfulness, Lumian stared at the sea monster with a huge grasshopper and the mouth in the mouth for two seconds.

Anderson walked next to the painting board in the middle of the living room and turned his body.

Lumian looked around, followed in the footsteps and followed, and asked "doubt":

"What about the owner of the studio?"

Anderson raised his right hand and pointed to himself.

"Are you the master of the studio?" Lu Mian "surprised" confirmed.

Anderson nodded.

Lumian suddenly smiled:

"Why don't you speak? Is your throat suddenly dumb? Have you become dumb?"

Anderson, who was a black T -shirt, made a sign language.

Lumian didn't understand what he was expressing for a long time, and said thoughtfully:

"I don't know if there is any translated applet ..."

Anderson raised his brush, took Zhang Bai paper from the side, and wrote dark red content.

Different from Lu Mian and others, he will write universal text in the city.

Luman Ning looked at it and saw a paragraph on the white paper:

"It is best not to speak in the studio, treat yourself as dumb."

Lumian raised his eyebrows and had time to speak in the future. He saw Anderson's expression gloomy with dark red pigments:

"You just spoke just now."

Lumianhuo felt a bit cold behind his neck, as if a cool wind blowing.

He didn't look back, and he didn't seem to feel anything.

Anderson wrote another words, the dark red of the pigment seemed to become a lot of bright:

"Do you know this person?"

After writing, he turned the painting board over and let the picture above appear in front of Lumian's eyes.

The painting is a woman, tall, thin face, light blue and clear eyes, bright and magnificent, with a strange sense of sharpness.

This is Lumian himself.

It's his female image!

Luman smiled on his face and answered Anderson's question:

"Don't know."

With the echo of his voice, there was suddenly a cold and wet thing behind him.

Lumian fought back and grabbed his hand, and his palm of his palm burned the red flame.

As the flames compressed, he saw what was attacking him.

It was the giant "leech" in the "Monster" oil painting. Its pink and transparent body extended from the painting, and its mouth was opened to the maximum, enough to bite the head of an adult.

Looking at the densely packed pale teeth with blood at the roots, Lumian directly slapped the red and almost white fireball in his hand.

Boom!

The fireball exploded instantly, covering the sea monster that emerged from the painting.

The shock wave carrying flames quickly swept around, igniting every painting, every drawing board, and every person here!

At this moment, the blue sea water in the "Storm" oil painting surged out, poured into the room, and drowned all the flames.

Lumian's figure disappeared from the spot and appeared behind the dumb Anderson.

His eyes were completely iron-black, reflecting a touch of paleness.

Lumian clenched his right fist, stabbed it out, and hit the dumb Anderson on the back.

The punch, with a rumbling explosion, tore Anderson's flesh and blood, penetrated his body, and hit the oil painting and drawing board with Lumian's female image.

Mute Anderson's body suddenly broke, quickly became thinner, and turned into a portrait with a huge gap.

The portrait, along with the oil painting with Lumian's female image, was ignited by the red flames, and in just a few seconds it was completely turned into black and light ash.

As the mute Anderson turned back into a painting, both the blue sea water pouring into the room and the sea monsters scrambling to get out disappeared at once, leaving only the motionless oil paintings.

Lumian scanned the area and found that there was indeed a giant "leech" missing from the "monster" painting. The floor of the studio was covered with traces of water and unburned paper scraps.

It became unusually quiet here. There was no living creature except Lumian himself.

Lumian then went around the two houses that made up the studio and found no other abnormalities.

Those paintings were no longer strange or mysterious.

He left here and walked down the stairs, where he saw the tenants in the community looking around in groups of three or five.

They had just heard the sound of an explosion, but they did not find the source of the explosion, nor did they find any damage to any building in the community. They could only attribute it to a high-speed fighter flying over the sky.

Lumian walked through them and returned to the entrance of the community.

A figure suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The figure had blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with his hands in his trouser pockets, as if he was watching the excitement.

Anderson!

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Upon finding Lumian, Anderson asked in surprise:

"You've arrived and entered the community?"

Lumian smiled:

"I'm used to arriving early."

Anderson followed suit and laughed:

"Me too."

When Lumian walked up to him, he smiled and asked:

"Did you have fun just now?"

"Very much." Lumian kept smiling and said meaningfully, "I want to come again."

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He was about to speak when he suddenly looked around.

"Wait until next time." Anderson retracted his gaze and said with a smile, "Contact us on WeChat."

He raised his right hand holding the phone.

He didn't mention visiting the studio, nor did he ask Lumian's friend if he was interested in signing up for the class. Lumian didn't take the initiative to start the topic either, and waved his hand and said:

"Then I'll go first."

"Goodbye." Anderson also waved his hand.

Lumian passed the cram school teacher and walked to the side of the road.

A gray car drove over and stopped in front of him.

Lumian opened the car door, got in, and said to Anthony in the driver's seat:

"Let's go to Gongren Road."

Anthony nodded and drove the car into the car river.

Franca, Luo Shan and Zhou Mingrui agreed to have dinner on Gongren Road tonight, where there is a taro chicken hot pot restaurant.

As the car was driving, the sound of chewing continued to be heard in the back seat.

…………

Gongren Road, in the taro chicken hot pot restaurant called "Yizhou Roast Chicken".

Franca and Luo Shan came early, chose a seat by the window, ordered chicken and taro, but did not order other dishes.

They each ordered a bottle of iced soy milk, and did not think there was anything wrong with Zhou Mingrui choosing such a noisy and lively place to eat.

The important thing is whether it tastes good!

At almost 6:50, Zhou Mingrui, wearing a black shirt, walked in.

"Here, here!" Luo Shan waved happily.

Zhou Mingrui walked around the other tables and came over. As he sat down, he said:

"I have something else to do before I get off work."

"We agreed to meet at seven o'clock." Luo Shan didn't care at all. She pointed at Franca and said, "This is my neighbor and colleague Luo Fu."

Zhou Mingrui glanced at Franca and smiled and said:

"We have met before. Let's order first."

Franca looked at the sky outside, which was getting darker, and her heart was a little nervous.