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"What if someone just loves art?" I asked deliberately.

"That's because you don't know how she died." Huang Hongjian looked around again, "She committed suicide wearing a red dress with a small baby in her belly."

"Huh?" I was really stunned for a moment.

"What does it mean to commit suicide wearing red clothes? There is hatred in your heart, and you want to become a bad guy after death!"

"There was a little one in my belly who died before he was born. I feel even more resentful."

"The combination of these two is the most ferocious Zimusha. Even Mr. Yin and Yang who is not good enough has to avoid it, let alone ordinary people."

No wonder Huang Hongjian looked worried.

"Brother, do you think the child in her belly belongs to the gallery owner? So, she will come here to seek revenge?" I asked thoughtfully.

"I can't say that. Anyway, I just helped her come to the art exhibition. She will definitely not do anything to me."

"But other people can't tell."

Huang Hongjian patted my shoulder again to comfort me.

"But Boss Li, you don't have to be afraid. If you don't do anything bad, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door."

"There is an injustice and a debtor. As long as she is not prevented from taking revenge, she will not take the initiative to harm others, even if she is a fierce ghost."

"When something like this happens, it's too late to run away. Who has the guts to stop me?" I frowned.

"Those people didn't believe me, and I didn't bother to tell them more. I just wish myself well. I just hope the exhibition ends soon."

Huang Hongjian looked anxiously at the two guides at the exhibition, Xiao Jin and Xiao Yu.

A flash of fear flashed across his eyes.

Although the expression was very subtle, it was still captured by me.

Why is he afraid of the guide?

I'm afraid this old man still has something that he hasn't explained clearly.

Not urgent.

Apply slowly.

Bang bang bang!

Applause rang out, and Xiao Jin smiled and clapped his hands to interrupt everyone's discussion.

"Fellow artists, you should have seen the painting on the first floor, right? If it's OK, let's go to the second floor now."

"well!"

"The second floor is Master Qiyue's new paintings that have not yet been released!"

The crowd was in an uproar and excited.

“It’s a great honor to be one of the first people to see Master Qiyue’s new paintings!”

"Take us up quickly."

"Everyone, please come with us."

Xiaojin and Xiaoyu led everyone upstairs without covering the painting of 'The Bride'.

The stretch partition was placed halfway and the solid wood staircase was given way.

There seemed to be no lights on on the second floor.

The stairs seemed very dark.

"Everyone, please!"

Xiaojin and Xiaoyu raised their hands and motioned for everyone to go upstairs first.

The smiling expressions of this handsome man and beautiful woman remain unchanged as if they were tattooed semi-permanently.

Everyone went upstairs one after another.

Gao Wenyuan walked with two girls, and I followed him.

As for the undertaker Huang Hongjian, he was of course the last to go.

Moreover, the steps are slow.

If Xiaojin and Xiaoyu hadn't glanced at him, he might not have gone up.

The lights on the second floor are even dimmer.

The layout is similar to the first floor.

Gray cement floor, pure white walls.

There are just fewer wall sconces.

The air conditioner here is not that warm, and there is a slight chill.

"Is this Master Qiyue's new work?"

"I'm so looking forward to it. What exactly are you drawing?"

But most visitors didn't notice this.

They were all attracted by a painting on the wall.

The painting is still covered with white cloth.

Huang Hongjian stood outside the crowd with an uneasy expression.

Everyone was excitedly waiting for the canvas to be unveiled.

"Ah sneeze!"

Someone sneezed.

"Xiaoying, do you have a cold?"

"It's just a little cold, nothing serious." Art student Xiaoying hugged her slender arms.

"The air conditioning on the second floor doesn't seem to be that sufficient." Her classmate Dan Ling took off his coat and covered her with it.

"You have a weak constitution and can't stand the cold the most."

"You gave me the clothes, but what about yourself?"

"Sister, she is as strong as an ox! Her skin is rough and her flesh is thick. She is not like a little white rabbit like you. You are delicate and frail, which is the most distressing thing." Dan Ling smirked.

He glanced at Gao Wenyuan with a wink.

"Smelly girl, what are you talking about!" Xiaoying's face turned red.

Gao Wenyuan had just taken off his coat, and he didn't know for a moment whether it was better to give it to him or not.

Fortunately, the two guides resolved his embarrassment.

The canvas is unveiled.

Everyone's eyes were attracted to the painting.

There is something indescribable about this painting.

how to say.

It was a dark mass, and it was difficult to see what it was without looking carefully.

It seemed to be an oval dark space with a dark mass inside.

It vaguely resembles a human figure.

The head is big and the limbs are small.

Curl up into a ball.

It looks like the baby is still in the mother's belly.

I frowned.

What the hell kind of painting is this?

The crowd was silent for several minutes.

Almost everyone was looking at the painting in deep thought.

"Master Qiyue's new work is very meaningful!"

"The connotation is even worse than that of the bride. If you don't have a certain level of artistic attainments, it may be difficult to understand."

"Embryo, Pregnancy"

“I feel like this is a subject about human life and death.”

"No, I think it should be the origin of human beings!"

"Pregnancy symbolizes rebirth"

I'm really convinced.

I admire these artists.

Such a group of ghostly drawings is also embarrassing to show off.

Return to the origin and gestation of human beings.

This black mass has no signs of life, no vitality at all, so how can it be reborn.

I feel that the thing in the painting is clearly a stillborn fetus.

My heart shuddered when I thought of this.

The woman in red was stillborn.

Wasn't the guest Huang Hongjian mentioned the same one who committed suicide while wearing red clothes while pregnant with a child?

The painting is of a dead person or a stillborn child?

I felt a chill.

This painter is too perverted!

etc.

There is something wrong.

The painting of the bride had been created three years ago. At that time, Huang Hongjian's guest had not yet passed away.

In other words, this painting is not based on that woman.

Could it be that out of revenge, she imitated the person in the painting and committed suicide wearing red clothes?

But in this case, how to explain this painting of stillbirth?

A new work must have been painted not long ago.

Before or after the woman's death?

"Two guides, I have a question." I raised my hand towards Xiaojin and Xiaoyu.

The crowd's eyes were turned towards me.

"Please tell me." Xiaojin smiled and nodded.

"May I ask if this painting was painted by Master Qiyue? When was it painted?"

"32 days ago." Xiao Jin answered accurately.

"Thanks!"

I glanced at Huang Hongjian.

When he heard the number 32, his body visibly trembled.

His expression told me that the female guest who entrusted him with the dream died at that time.

The timing is such a coincidence.

The relationship between this woman and the painter Qiyue must not be simple.

Everyone was still thinking hard about this painting, and no one wanted to admit that they could not see its meaning.

The entire second floor was quiet.

"Did you hear that?" The girl Xiaoying suddenly looked around uneasily.

"What?" Dan Ling asked confused.

Xiaoying shuddered and her eyes fell on the painting.

"The cry of a child is very tragic."