Chapter 389: The World in the Painting

"Josh, it's Josh, Dad, look at this!" Rovelli pointed excitedly at the window on the castle, "I'm sure, this is Josh, when I was at work, when he stood at the window and looked at me, That's the expression!"

Hardy got closer, and then said: "It does look a bit like it. This painting is still as weird as ever. Mrs. Christie is gone, and there is a boy who looks like Josh. What does this mean?"

Originally Xifa thought they had experienced it once, at least once.

They should know how to solve it, but now it sounds like Hardy and the others don't even know that Josh's spirit body may be imprisoned in the painting.

He coughed dryly and said, "Mr. Hardy, from what you said just now, you should have experienced something like this. Don't you know how to deal with it?"

Hardy and Rovelli exchanged glances, then shook their heads in unison.

The old man said: "At that time, Luo Weili and the others were still young, probably when they were eleven or twelve years old."

"At that time, their grandfather, that is, my father, had just returned from the sea and brought back this 'Mrs. Christie'."

"But at the time, he didn't know what the painting would bring. At that time, a gentleman who lived nearby seemed to be named Frank, or Franky. I don't remember clearly."

"Anyway, when he came over as a guest, he took a fancy to this painting and bought it from my father at a high price."

"As a result, a week later, his youngest son didn't wake up. I remember he was a little fat guy with a sweet tooth, and he could eat several donuts at a time."

"Mr. Frank sent his son to the hospital, and soon after, his eldest daughter was also asleep, which threw the family into panic."

"Then one day, that gentleman came to my father and said that Mrs. Christie in the painting had disappeared. At that time, he brought the painting over. I happened to be there, and I did see Christie who was supposed to be standing on the castle terrace. Ma'am, as it is now, I don't know where to go."

Xifa asked: "How to deal with it later?"

"Grandfather was away for about two weeks. He went to the seller of Intis to find out the situation. He came home two weeks later and brought the painting back. He didn't say what to do with it. He just hid the painting and told us. , no one is allowed to touch it in the future." Rovelli continued.

"I have the impression that it was a metal box that I helped to pick out, and I marked the back of the box."

Hardy nodded and said: "Yes, in another month, Mr. Frank's family will move out, and I heard that he took his youngest son and eldest daughter to other places for treatment. For this reason, my father still felt guilty for a while. "

"But fortunately, after that painting was put away, nothing strange happened. Until now."

After finishing speaking, Rovelli said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Raleigh, I concealed it just now. After all, it's hard for others to believe this kind of thing."

I see.

It sounds like Hardy's father should have sealed the oil painting, so nothing strange happened afterwards.

Xifa thought for a while and said, "It's okay, Mr. Rovelli, I would do the same."

He frowned again and said, "So, you didn't know how that incident ended at the time."

"Indeed, how that incident ended at that time, only my father should know."

"Maybe he will write this matter in his diary, but I hid that diary. I can't remember where I hid it."

Hardy said distressedly: "The question now is what should we do with this painting. I have a hunch that it will cause more trouble."

As he said that, the old man looked at Xifa naturally, and probably felt that a reporter from Backlund was well-informed and should know how to deal with it.

"If I were you, I would give this painting to the church and tell them what happened now," Sifa said, and at this moment, there was a sudden gust of wind in the room.

The blowing caused all the drawing papers that Josh had nailed on the wall to be lifted.

After the wind subsided, Rovelli looked at the window and said with a look of surprise: "The window, the window is not open."

Where does the wind come from if the windows are not open?

Sifa suddenly stood up: "It's time to act, gentlemen."

Hardy gritted his teeth, "I'm going to church right now."

The old man reached out to pick up the oil painting. Suddenly, Xifa was inspired and looked at Josh's graffiti. Just on those drawing papers, in those imaginative pictures, a dark and deep figure appeared.

Those figures suddenly protruded from the drawing paper, overlapping continuously in the air, forming a rapidly expanding figure.

As the figure changed from small to large, Xifa saw the black and complicated court dress. I saw the pale skin, the dark face around the eyes, the black gauze cap, and a withered gray-white flower on the gauze cap.

Mrs. Christie!

She raised her hands, her nails grew rapidly and became dark green, she screamed, but no sound came out.

Her mouth was so wide open that Sifa could see her dark red tongue with little bulges, and her dark esophagus.

His head sank suddenly, as if someone had hit the back of the head severely with a stick, Xifa's eyes went dark, and his eyes drifted upwards.

He saw the roof of Josh's room, saw a spider pounce on the flying insects in its web, saw the window illuminated by sunlight, and saw a girl in red rushing by outside the street.

Then, he fell into the darkness, his body seemed to be falling, and this process was extremely long.

I don't know how long it took before Xifa felt like falling to the ground. He quickly got up, but found that he was no longer in Josh's room.

The light here is dim, the floor is covered with cold stone bricks, the walls are very damp, and water droplets can be seen all over them, and some places even have mold.

There was a window behind Xifa, and it was the only window in the whole room. When he walked to the window, he saw the endless wheat fields outside.

In the distance is a small meandering river with clear water, reflecting the trees and shrubs beside the river in twos and threes.

To the northwest, you can faintly see cooking smoke coming from the chimneys of some red sloping houses below, which seems to be a small village.

Looking down the window, Xifa saw a small square, stables and a well.

This is definitely not the city of Tingen. As soon as Xifa had this idea, he suddenly realized: "I have come to the world in the painting?"

"I was caught by Mrs. Christie?"

He hastily raised his hand, and his palm jumped red, which reassured Xifa a little. Although he doesn't know in what state he came to the world in the painting, but here, his ability can still be used freely.

but

Looking at the empty fingers, Xifa frowned: "Can't magical items be brought into this world?"