Soul Painter

21st century.

Paris.

When dawn dawns.

The doorbell of the painter's apartment rang.

Anna, who was guarding Lawrence by the bed, first glanced at Mr. Manager's condition after hearing the bell. It was not bad. The black hairs on his skin had stopped growing, and they were falling from his skin like fallen leaves. It fell down and covered the entire bed. Anna worried that these black hairs contained strange germs, so she kept picking them up and burning them.

Now, Mr. Manager, who has been struggling and moaning in pain, has fallen into a deep sleep at this moment. Although he is still frowning, it is visible to the naked eye that he has been freed from the biggest and most dangerous disaster in his life. As for who? Rescued him, Anna is not yet clear.

But that must have something to do with the accident last night. Last night, the whole of Paris erupted like a war-like bombardment all night. It didn't calm down until early in the morning, but the gunfire was still sporadic. , endlessly.

Different from the state of panic of most Paris residents, Anna felt that the disaster should have passed through the gradual improvement of Mr. Broker's condition, and the facts were as she expected. As the dawn of a new day shines across Paris, the city has been reborn.

The doorbell rang at this moment.

Anna straightened her clothes and went to open the door.

There was an elderly gentleman at the door. He was well-dressed and had a dignified manner, as if he could attend the president's banquet at any time. There was a warm smile on his mouth, but his gray eyes made Anna feel shuddering. They were a pair of emotionless eyes. It looks like a human, but it looks like a god of death.

"Dear Miss Anna, I'm Luc Villiers, you may not have heard of this name, but Mr. Gao Fan and I are old friends." The elderly gentleman said. .

"Gao is not here now," Anna said as she guarded the door. She felt the danger so much that she didn't want the gentleman to enter. "You can come back another day."

"I'm just here to appreciate the latest works of the 'painter'." As he said, Luc Villier took out and opened his most expensive pocket watch in history as if confirming the time. Like a compass, it pointed firmly to the apartment in front of it, so firmly that it even trembled slightly.

"There is no doubt that the 'painter' is changing history." Luc Villiers said, and then he pressed the button on his pocket watch.

Click.

A soft crisp sound.

Anna felt like her time had been stolen for a few seconds.

For the next scene, Luc Villiers has passed her and is standing in the living room of the apartment.

Click.

Another soft sound.

Luc Villier and Anna stood at the entrance of the studio on the second floor.

Here is the painting "Sakura Snow".

Luc Villier stood in front of the painting, admiring it sincerely.

"A great work that is enough to save a country, that's why I trust the 'painter' so much." Luc Villier's tone inexplicably reminded Anna of those SS soldiers who confiscated Jewish property. Like demons, ready to pull out their guns and kill in no time.

Click.

Another soft sound.

In front of Luc Villiers was already this 1.8m x 1.2m "Paris".

"It's another work that has reached the pinnacle of human beings in terms of mystical significance and aesthetic value." Luc Villiers sighed softly, "It's a pity that the 'painter' has stepped into the restricted area, he should not use the authority bestowed on him by God Interfering with the history of human civilization will only make the already fragile human civilization even more precarious."

While delivering this tirade, Luc Villiers also tried to destroy the painting by pulling a lighter from his pocket.

Meow~

There was a sharp meow.

God who didn't know what came to the studio, jumped up from the ground, and shot at Luc Villiers like a black sharp arrow.

Luc Villiers pressed his pocket watch.

The angel of time controls time.

Unless there is the same mystery to counteract, he is like a god walking in another dimension in front of mortals. What he does, cannot be interfered, cannot be disturbed, but this time, he miscalculated.

Meow!

Luc Villiers didn't get rid of the black cat's attack. The black cat ignored his mystery of manipulating time, jumped on him, raised its sharp claws and scratched his cheek hard, and his face instantly became more bruised. There was a wound, but the injury was not serious. At the critical moment, Luc Villiers escaped the critical moment with an instinctive physical reaction.

"Is it polluted? Or a divine creature?" Luc Villiers was not surprised, after all, it was the painter's cat, and it was also a cat.

Luc Villiers first raised his hand to block God's continuous attacks, while the other hand held the dagger that fell from his sleeve. With his well-proven fighting skills, it is not difficult or impossible to kill a cat. No moral scruples, he has killed hundreds of times as many human beings as this.

"Don't!" Anna screamed. She watched Luc Villiers show a dagger in his hand and was about to pierce the black cat's body in the next second. She stopped her voice, but her time was stolen again, so she could only Watching this tragedy happen.

at this time.

Suddenly a mobile phone rang.

The source of the ringtone is Luc Villiers pocket.

The bell rang very cleverly.

Luc Villiers didn't have to pick it up, but inspiration reminded him that it's better to pick it up.

So Luc Villiers strangled the black cat's neck with one hand, took out the phone with the other hand, and looked at the caller's name that appeared on the screen of the phone.

no name.

Only symbols like '' are displayed.

It's STK's operator.

"Hello?" Luc Villiers answered the phone.

"Mr. Painter needs a little time, a few hours is enough." The operator's delicate voice came from over there.

"Time is the thing I lack the most." Luc Villiers sighed, "Is three minutes enough?"

"Mr. 'Angel of Time', not all the time that is interfered will lead to the destruction of human beings." The operator persuaded Luc Villiers, "Can you give up your paranoia of persecution, human beings will not be changed forever Two historical events were destroyed."

"One or two historical events are accompanied by the disappearance of hundreds of pillars." Luc Villier frowned, "We all understand what a pillar means, it is the proof of the existence of human civilization, the reduction in the number of pillars, It means that the value of our existence is decreasing, and eventually human civilization will disappear, just like those ancient races that disappeared."

"So you would rather maintain an illusory illusion of civilization?" The operator paused when he said this. This is a difference in philosophy that has been debated many times, which has led to different operating principles of various investigator organizations, so there is no point in arguing about it.

"Thirty minutes," said the operator, "in thirty minutes you can destroy the painting."

"As you wish, dear lady operator." Luc Villiers hung up the phone, then turned on his pocket watch and started counting.