Soul Painter

From the moment when Gao Fan ruined "The Bostonian" with his own eyes, Lawrence was in a state of anxiety every minute and every second after that.

On one side are the voices of people outside, as if Boston citizens who are about to revolt and riot, and on the other side are two painters who are creating slowly. Of course, the two painters are not so slow, but this is a 1.2 meter by 1 meter painting after all. It takes at least three days to finish the huge work!

three days...

If he waited another three days like this, Lawrence estimated that even this villa would be demolished.

Lawrence, who was anxious, went to the window of the villa to check the situation from time to time, and then went back to the studio to see the progress of the two painters' creations. In just one morning, he ran back and forth a dozen times, and his legs were weak in the end.

"Calm down, senior brother." Gao Fan said to him, "Anyway, they have no proof."

yes.

After shoveling off the color on "Bostonian", Gao Fan even burned the canvas and stuffed it into the toilet and flushed it away. Now even the most astute detectives can't find any clues. When he hired Ryugasaki to steal the painting, Gao Fan Just think about all the consequences, only the means of the devil can make any science and technology untraceable, so the 10 billion US dollars is worth it.

"They don't seem to need evidence either..." Lawrence murmured.

"What's wrong?" Gao Fan turned his attention away from the canvas in front of him and looked at Lawrence.

"...It's okay." Lawrence shook his head.

Obviously there is something to do, but Gao Fan doesn't want to worry about it too much, the most important thing is to finish the painting now.

Lawrence sighed, and went back to the place on the second floor of the villa where he could see the street. He saw crowds gathering, and Boston citizens began to surround the painter's villa. They not only noticed that the painting had been destroyed, but also felt that the painting was Where was it destroyed.

The crowd gathered more and more, they stood silently outside the villa, and soon the street was full, and the other side of the villa, the riverside that can be observed from the terrace on the third floor, also began to gather crowds, the citizens at the beginning, They were just dressed casually and gathered nearby, but the more time went by, the weirder the situation became.

On the second day after the painting was destroyed, Lawrence, who had slept on the sofa all night, came to the terrace on the third floor with his eyes red, and saw darkness. He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was dazzled, but opened them again At that time, he saw a scene that made him frightened:

Under the faint morning light, people dressed in black dresses that would only be worn to funerals spread under the villa like a silent black tide.

The citizens of Boston were called, as if by silent mourning, to a funeral where all the souls of humanity were buried in the city.

When Lawrence looked downstairs, those people also looked up at him, so Lawrence saw one pair after another of sad and silent eyes. Although they were silent, the anger that was about to explode pierced through like sharp arrows. broke Lawrence's heart.

The manager took a few steps back in shock.

Then he staggered to the painter's studio, wanting to tell the two painters the bad news.

But when he saw it, he was taken aback again.

Because the 1.2-meter-by-1-meter masterpiece is already covered with lines, Gao Fan and Anna are standing on the ground, and the other is squatting on the ground, drawing various figures and background descriptions on the canvas at a speed that does not require thinking. , Although they were all sketches and drafts, a sense of magnificence, magnificence, and magnificence had already rushed to his face, like a big wave hitting Lawrence's face.

Although the frame is small, the scenery shown in the painting has a large field of view, giving Lawrence the feeling that two painters are creating a brilliant masterpiece.

The agent was almost suffocated for a moment, and the sound of his footsteps startled Gao Fan, who was half squatting on the ground, Gao Fan turned his head and looked at him, his eyes were flushed and his face turned red after working all night. I am exhausted all over the world, although I still have the energy to continue painting, but I don't even want to say a word.

"It's okay, it's okay." Lawrence realized that he couldn't disturb them. His duty as an agent was to let the two painters complete a work without any worries.

"I just came to ask you if you want some breakfast," Lawrence said.

"I just want milk and bread." Gao Fan said, "AA, what do you want to eat?"

"Same as you." Anna said standing on the shelf.

"The milk bread is very good, much better than the cheese stuffed dumplings eaten in Provence..." Gao Fan muttered and continued to draw.

So Lawrence went to prepare breakfast for Gao Fan and Anna. While doing all this, the manager's ears were pricked up, and the slightest disturbance would make his heart jump. Now those Bostonians who are inexplicably sad and angry outside the door are like A guillotine could be chopped on his neck at any moment.

After delivering the food to the two painters, Lawrence saw the black box that the painter had thrown aside casually. With a thought, he picked up the weird jar, then went downstairs and sat in the living room, still feeling inappropriate. , and went to the garage to get a shotgun, put it across his knees, and stared at the door in the courtyard.

The structure of this villa is that the main entrance faces the Charles River. The entrance is a courtyard with a garden and a garage, and then there is a three-story villa building. Therefore, if these people want to break in, they will fall at the gunpoint of Lawrence first. Under aim, of course, if they broke the window, Lawrence would have nothing to do.

Time passed minute by minute.

Lawrence lived like a year.

He stared at the door, feeling a little dazed, as if he were fighting a monster made up of all the Bostonians in the city, and if he relaxed a little, the monster would break in and kill him and his fellows. Two painters tore apart.

So in the next time.

Lawrence stared at the door restlessly.

One hour, two hours, three hours...until the alarm clock he had set for himself would go off, and he would hurry upstairs to bring some bread and milk to the two painters, and when he was done, he would go back to the living room, Continuing to hold his gun, guard his two painters.

The sky outside was bright and dark. Lawrence thought that a long time had passed, but he looked at his watch again, only to find that it was only from dawn to dark. This was the first day after "Bostonian" was destroyed. The manager felt that He has gained a kind of extrasensory vision, he doesn't need to look from the window to know that the number of citizens gathered outside the villa is increasing.

It seems to be a purely spiritual connection, and Lawrence is fully capable of feeling the suffocating emotional pressure, like standing alone in front of a mob.

"But as long as I'm here, you don't even want to come in..." Lawrence held the black box he took from the studio in his arms. He had seen Gao Fan use this black box to make the "devil fraudster" Ryuzaki feel bad. It obeys orders, so this black box should have magical powers, and now Lawrence relies on it for courage.

Holding the black box, Lawrence murmured towards the door, "If you want to get in, you have to step over me..."

It was getting darker and darker outside.

Lawrence sat in the dark living room, his whole body seemed to be one with the darkness, but his eyes were shining brightly.

the next day.

third day.

Time passed day by day.

The two painters are completing the most important work in their lives at an unprecedented speed. In front of them, this work, which can be called great, is gradually becoming fuller. Lines are drawn, colors are painted, and the layout is completed. nearing completion...