Chapter 1147 Paintings

"Today's exhibition is over, welcome to come back next time!"

Angelina sent off the last wave of tourists with a stiff smile, finally breathed a sigh of relief, patted her cheek, and said to herself: "Damn... I'm really fed up with this stupid job, and that damn What is the most formal and friendly smile with eight teeth? Go to hell... The questions of those tourists are really stupid and ignorant, but I can only tell lies, if it is not for it. For my reward, I have already..."

While muttering and complaining, she changed her work uniform, walked out of the exhibition hall, and found a coffee shop familiar with the way. After a while, she came out holding a paper bag, which contained two long loaves of bread, exuding the aroma of butter .

After returning to her apartment, Angelina hummed a little tune and lit the stove, started to simmer coffee, and fried two slices of bacon by the way, the crispy golden bacon had a strong aroma, it was a supreme enjoyment to eat with bread .

If it is mixed with a plate of vegetable salad, I am afraid it will be nothing more than this in the heaven of the gods, right?

no! Angelina, you still have 30 gold punk mortgages to pay off, you can't be so extravagant...

Angelina suppressed the idea of ​​making another dish, quickly finished dinner, and came to the bedroom with coffee.

The surrounding furnishings are very simple, only an oil painting hangs on the wall, various colorful lines form an abstract and distorted eye, and the surrounding colors are darker, which makes this eye stand out even more.

On the lower right of the oil painting, a curlicue signature, representing that it comes from Vincent's handwriting.

And if you find an appraiser to appraise it, you can find that it is definitely authentic!

"If I can sell it... Although it's not as good as Fantasia, there will always be a thousand gold punks, right? At that time... I don't have to worry about the mortgage, I can live in the villa directly..."

Angelina stared at the huge eyes and smiled wryly.

This oil painting is her nightmare! An inescapable nightmare! No matter how it was destroyed or discarded, it would always surface normally on her bedside the next day.

even……

Angelina stared at the hazy and twisted eyes.

This eye seemed to have a unique change tonight, as if it had come to life, it blinked suddenly.

grunt! grunt!

From the pupils, a large amount of blood immediately flowed out, and the overwhelming scarlet color drowned Angelina.

"..."

Angelina gritted her teeth, the scene around her was hazy.

In this state, she seemed to see a long line of cars entering Kimbert City and stopping in front of a villa.

A rich businessman with a big belly and a wig got out of the car, and beside him was a girl with a parasol, ordering the housekeeper and the servants to move the furniture.

In the end, an oil painting was placed on the wall of the study room of the villa.

That oil painting seems to depict a starry sky at night, but it is full of distorted images and shadows, which is extremely abstract and has an indescribable charm.

boom!

There was a muffled sound as the coffee cup fell to the ground.

Angelina didn't care about the overflowing coffee, but looked at the oil painting of hazy eyes that hadn't changed at all, and murmured in a low voice: "That's... a dream! It was brought to Kimbert City!"

...

At the same time, in the villa, a girl in pajamas was tossing and turning.

If Angelina was here, she would be able to find that this young girl was the daughter of a wealthy businessman that she had seen in her hallucination.

"Why did Dad come to Kimbert City? This decision is too abrupt!"

The girl muttered sullenly: "I still miss my previous bedroom and my friends...but since I bought that oil painting, my dad has become so strange..."

Her father, Robert, was a well-known rubber merchant. He started from a workshop that was dying, seized several opportunities accurately, and now has developed into a large company with thousands of employees.

After getting rich, the rubber merchant was full of desire to join the upper class. In order not to become a so-called nouveau riche, he once invited several extremely strict tutors to teach girls etiquette, and also collected various artworks to enrich his collection.

Moreover, after hearing about Vincent's legend and collecting a few so-called 'bad luck paintings' of the other party, his interest in Vincent increased greatly, and he did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to buy Dream.

"Although such doomed antiques are wildly sought after by some nobles, there are also bad rumors circulating..."

The girl thought worriedly: "Although the previous pictures are all fine, there must be something wrong with 'Fantasy'!"

Thinking of this, she got out of bed secretly, tiptoed to the edge of the study.

In the past few times, through small adventures, she already knew that her father was obsessed with dreams to a crazy level, and often watched paintings until midnight.

But this time, he defied all opinions and moved his residence to Kimbert City.

"There is definitely some secret in it!"

The girl became more courageous and sneaked to the side of the study.

rustle! Hiss!

All kinds of low and noisy voices came, making her dizzy.

In a trance, the scarlet blood, like a carpet, continued to expand from the crack of the door.

"ah!"

The girl screamed and hurriedly retreated to open the door.

With the help of the orange light, she immediately saw...

...

"Sunshine and breezy!"

Nietzsche squinted his eyes comfortably, enjoying the warm breeze blowing against his face.

Since he joined the Kimbert City Branch of the FBI and became a peripheral informant, he felt that his luck had inexplicably improved.

Not only did he get an allowance of three Yinsel per month, but also for the convenience of collecting information, Shangguan Hannibal found him a job as a newspaper boy.

Although the salary is meager, but as long as one person is supported, life is much better than before. The most important thing is that with the ID card, it is convenient to do many things.

As a result, he rented a house to live in, and his living conditions were greatly improved.

Therefore, for this job, Nietzsche is full of gratitude.

"Good day, Mr. Hannibal! Are you going out?"

When he entered the branch, he happened to see Hannibal, the boss who usually likes to cook by himself, putting on a coat, ready to go out.

"Nietzsche! You came just in time, come with me and investigate a case together!"

Hannibal said softly.

"Oh well!"

Nietzsche quickly followed, and the two got into a black car.

"Sir... what happened?" Nietzsche was a little agitated.

"Don't worry, it's definitely not the ghoul lair like last time..." Hannibal showed a masculine smile: "Otherwise, we wouldn't let the second-level investigator in charge of the region come in person... what we have to do , Mostly just to evaluate whether something is affected by extraordinary factors, whether it needs to be 'handled'... Although you are only a peripheral member, if you want to successfully become a regular member, it is very beneficial to do more such exercises!"

"Thank you, Mr. Hannibal!"

Nietzsche was about to burst into tears. He had never felt that someone would be so kind to him, and he couldn't help but think of another person: "How is that Miss Vivienne?"

Not a few days after the case of the ghoul was solved, Vivienne disappeared mysteriously, and even Nietzsche was called over to ask a few times.

He was very puzzled by this, but also a little sad.

In any case, the honest trainee inspector is always worthy of respect, much better than some hateful black-hearted shopkeeper.

Nietzsche couldn't help thinking of Simon and Andy.

After Simon became a Extraordinary, he was taken away by Ryan. It is said that he will receive some 'training', and there is a high probability that he will return to Kimbert City to work after graduation.

Andy, the store manager, still runs a tepid grocery store, and even claims to have a masterpiece of Vincent - on this point, Nietzsche strongly suspects that he just found a fake painting to deceive the unlucky. Anyway, I will definitely not be fooled again.

"I still haven't found out... What a pity, she has the qualifications to become an official..." Hannibal sighed.

"It's really strange..." Nietzsche kept it in his heart, and then thought of today's task: "What do I need to do this time?"

"Don't be nervous, we're just going to investigate..." Hannibal smiled and said, "A rich merchant's daughter has disappeared, and his servant seems to have seen something incredible..."

During the conversation, the car stopped in front of a magnificent villa, Hannibal straightened his collar, and stepped forward to knock on the door himself.

"You are……"

A male servant opened the gap, feeling a little panic and doubt.

"We are the investigators of Watson Insurance Company. We heard that there was a safety accident in your house, so we came here to investigate!" Hannibal smiled and handed over a business card.

With the means of the FBI, there are still many such false identities, and they are completely amenable to inspection.

Therefore, after a while, the two were invited to the study.

Robert's face was pale at this time, and his eyes were bloodshot: "Oh! My Nikita! My baby... she suddenly disappeared. What I need at this time is not an investigator from an insurance company, but a detective and a police officer!"

"Sorry!" Hannibal took off his hat and saluted: "It's just based on intelligence, a servant testified that one of your paintings swallowed your daughter... As the company that insures this villa, I need to check it again security, in case it keeps a secret door in the wall..."

Without waiting for Robert's answer, he came to the oil painting on his own, with a look of surprise on his face: "Is this the work of that master Vincent—dream? It is said that he painted the picture of the starry sky in a dream, but others There are always different interpretations... I am more inclined to express my inner world..."

"Vincent's paintings..." Nietzsche regained his spirits and stared at the paintings without blinking.