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"surprise?"

"You fucking call this a surprise?!"

"Do you have a language problem or a brain problem?"

After experiencing an extremely terrifying scene and receiving such an outrageous reply, everyone's anger reached its peak.

Some people even used swear words directly, regardless of their identity as painters or artists.

"A master is a master, but you can't play tricks on others like this!"

"We are here for art, and we respect the masters and the art. But if we are treated like this, what do you think of us?"

The moment of anger made many people forget how that bizarre and terrifying scene was realized.

"Please wait a moment."

"July will answer your questions right away."

Xiaojin and Xiaoyu still kept their damn smiles.

One on the left and one on the right, standing on both sides of the altar table.

In conjunction with the blank painting on the wall that resembles a deceased photo.

It's like a mourning hall scene.

"There must be a reasonable explanation, otherwise this matter will never end! We have to expose everything!"

"No matter how you explain it, you must compensate for mental damages."

"Money is a trivial matter, I must apologize!"

Except me, Gao Wenyuan, Huang Hongjian, and those two girls.

The others were more excited than the last.

At this time, slight footsteps sounded from the darkness.

coming!

The legendary mysterious ghost painter July.

It's finally coming!

The excited crowd suddenly became quiet and stared at the direction where the footsteps came from.

His expression gradually changed from curious to nervous.

Even, there is a little more expectation.

The footsteps are getting closer.

The outline of a tall and thin man slowly appeared in the darkness.

Everyone stared closely.

Even his breathing became lighter unconsciously.

The next second.

A pale face emerged.

Everyone's eyes widened.

The face is chiseled and the eyes are deep.

He is not very old, but his hair is a little gray.

Wear a clean white shirt.

There seems to be a little oil paint on the fingers.

The hair is slightly long and spread naturally, but not messy.

Not too handsome, but with a special literary and artistic temperament.

His eyes were calm, but he seemed to be hiding a lot of things.

It fits the image of a perfect painter in anyone's mind.

"Hello everyone."

"I am July."

He walked unhurriedly to the center of the small hall, stood in front of the altar table, smiled, and softly introduced everyone.

The voice is deep and magnetic.

A person who looks so clean and artistic seems to have nothing to do with the horrific things just now.

Everyone was filled with anger and suddenly couldn't vent it out.

Everyone, you look at me and I look at you.

Finally, the respected Mr. Guo was pushed out to seek justice.

Mr. Guo adjusted his glasses, stared at Qiyue for a while, coughed lightly and asked.

"Are you really the painter Qiyue?"

July smiled: "It's me."

His vivid smile made Xiaojin and Xiaoyu on his left and right look more like two dummies.

"You need to give us a reasonable explanation for everything just now. Don't try to fool us, otherwise, your reputation will be ruined."

Mr. Guo said solemnly.

"Of course, that's what it should be."

Qi Qi nodded slightly and raised her voice slightly.

"I understand how everyone feels."

"It is indeed a bit reluctant to call what happened to everyone a surprise."

"But only by doing this can everyone deeply appreciate the magic of painting."

These words made everyone look at each other, obviously not satisfied.

Mr. Guo frowned.

"The magic of painting? What are you talking about? If you don't explain sincerely, then don't say anything and wait for the police to come."

"Everything you just experienced is the content of the painting."

Qi Qi was not panicked, his expression was very calm.

"You could say the same thing."

"Just now, you fell into the picture."

"The spirit enters the world in the painting."

"And, I saw the original appearance of my soul inside."

"Of course some people also call this past life."

"Actually, to be precise, it is a reflection of the heart. What kind of person you are is what you look like in the painting."

Is it really what we speculated?

Huang Hongjian and I looked at each other.

"Fuck your past life soul!"

"So it turns out that the famous July painter is just a deceitful bastard?"

Hu Chenhua's anger was ignited again.

After all, no matter how terrible the images in other people's paintings are, no one turns into an animal.

"My friend, you know very well what's going on in your heart." Qiyue just looked at him indifferently.

"Do you think that because you are famous, you can humiliate others casually?"

"I'm going to expose you!"

"Let you be ruined!"

Hu Chenhua was already furious, staring and yelling.

"Give me my phone back!"

"Otherwise I will smash your gallery right now!"

He was breathing heavily.

The squeaking made him look more like a pig.

"yes!"

"How do you know what we are like inside? Maybe you have the ability to read minds!"

"They painted us so ugly on purpose!"

"Isn't it clear that this is bullying?"

"It's really not worth coming all the way here for your fame to grow like this!"

Others followed suit.

Dan Ling was also very excited.

She probably liked this July painter very much before and had many beautiful fantasies.

Now, all are shattered by the horrific experience in the painting.

This is more infuriating than mere bullying.

"The phone is right here."

Facing the angry crowd, July remained so calm.

As if by magic, Xiaoyu took out a basket from behind.

What's inside is everyone's mobile phone.

"Everyone, there is still a quarter of an hour before the end of this exhibition."

"Please hear my last few words."

"I will return the phones to everyone at that time. As for the choice, everyone is free to do so."

July raised her voice slightly.

"I believe that the previous experience will be unforgettable for everyone, but everyone is not curious about how the real scenes were realized?"

After he said this, everyone remembered this.

They all showed expressions of suspicion and thinking.

"Why else? You must have some hallucinogenic poison here!" Hu Chenhua snorted coldly.

"If the hallucination is caused by drugs, then everyone should see different pictures. Why can they still communicate with each other in hallucinations?"

Qi Qi smiled.

Xiaoying and I discussed this in the painting.

We looked at each other, both wanting to hear how Qi Qi would explain.

"Actually, I have already answered everyone before."

"The magic of painting."

Everyone showed dissatisfied expressions again.

Qi Qi didn't pay attention and continued.

"This is a magical painting technique."

"It allows people to be immersed in the painting."

"It can also turn decay into magic."

“Even ok”

Qi Qi smiled strangely and put a hand on Xiao Jin's shoulder.

"Turn the content in the painting into reality."

Give it a gentle push.

Xiao Jin fell lightly on the altar table, and his head touched the candlelight.

It burst into flames with a bang.