Lin Huai was very happy to have a common language with the painter.

Good communication is the basis for friendly exchanges between people. Lin Huai has suffered from communication problems in the past. Although he has always had a kind heart and advocated courtesy before fighting, people often misunderstood him because of poor communication.

. Before he could tear off the veil of tenderness and start going crazy, they were already so frightened by his tenderness that they fled screaming.

Lin Huai did not intend to give the painter this escape this time... no, give up the opportunity to communicate with him. After all, they have a lot in common, such as the same soul, the same madness, and the same villain...

Similar hobbies and personality backgrounds are the basis for good communication. Lin Huai is full of confidence in this communication.

His nails dug into the palms of his hands, controlling the slight tremors in his body caused by excitement.

"Yeah."

The painter noticed the trembling of Lin Huai's arms. He had a smile on his face, but frowned in his heart.

'Did you scare him? Or did you accidentally reveal something during the conversation just now?' The painter thought, 'Now that the matter has come to this, we must not fall short...'

After painting the soul into paintings many times, the artist has mastered the skill of identifying the color of the soul.

There are too many similar cities and similar people in this world. In the vast sea of ​​people, it is difficult for everyone to find the person they miss. However, the painter can always see the soul he wants most at a glance.

The painter has had many souls that he wanted, and every time, he was determined to get it, just like every girl who says "This is the only dress I want" but buys the next dress again and again...

However, Lin Huai's side face has soft lines and focused eyes. When he smiles, he should be innocent, but he has a somewhat contradictory air of coldness and evil... Even among millions of people, the painter can

Saw him at a glance.

Just like a girl who missed the last sale of plaid skirts, she always sees the one she wants on the girls on the street.

The painter is extremely sure that Lin Huai is the only dress he wants...no, the soul.

The soul he wanted fell into his trap like a cooked duck, and he would never let himself miss this opportunity due to a moment of carelessness.

even though……

Recalling some unusual situations he had noticed in the living room late at night recently, the painter gritted his teeth slightly.

Otherwise, he would not have covered those paintings with black cloth... After covering them with black cloth, these paintings became quite "quiet".

This small fear is nothing compared to the 500% benefit. Ghosts are invisible, and the guilt of conscience is invisible. However, the numbers in the bank card, the toasts at the cocktail party, and the flattery of people

face...

It's tangible.

It's not that the painter didn't know that the painting set was an evil thing, nor was he unaware of the strangeness in the room. However, the revenge of the evil ghost was nothing compared to the temptation of money.

From a certain point of view, he should have been the most worry-free resident for Lin Huai. Being greedy for profit, he did not need Lin Huai's guidance and would ignore all the weirdness and uneasiness that happened in his life. It was not because he failed to discover it, but because he didn't need Lin Huai's guidance.

It's because I don't care.

I need to be more cautious. The painter thought, he seemed to be a little scared.

I want to appease his emotions, eliminate his defensiveness, and let him fall into my trap unconsciously... The painter thought, and smiled at Lin Huai's smile.

He didn't know that Lin Huai thought the same way.

The painter didn't want to scare Lin Huai in advance, and Lin Huai didn't want to scare the painter in advance.

The two returned to the coffee table, each with their own agenda. Lin Huai wanted to find out the secret of the painting, and if necessary, he could insert the painter into the painting. The painter wanted to relax Lin Huai's vigilance, so at the end of the conversation, he

Lin Huai stuffed it into the painting.

Although their respective ideas are so completely opposite, they at least agree on one thing - they are both willing to continue this conversation and care about each other's feelings.

Mutual care is the cornerstone of communication between people. For two people who care about each other and consider each other's feelings, it is easy to have smooth communication. Lin Huai and the painter are both in dialogue with each other

I got an unprecedented ironing experience.

Perhaps this is the power of communicating with heart.

The two chatted for a long time. Lin Huai tried his best to be kind and soft. Although the painter tried hard to hide it, he still inadvertently made Lin Huai notice the special features of the painting tools.

Painting tools...

He tapped his knees with his fingers and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Just as he had guessed before, the souls of the deceased were indeed imprisoned in these eight paintings under the black cloth. Their bodies were missing, but their souls were trapped in the paintings forever, and their lives were lost for decades.

Turn into glory on white paper.

Painting with other people's souls is indeed a good business that seems to be very profitable. Lin Huai was not surprised at all that this evil thing that can hurt people's lives is regarded as a treasure by painters with evil intentions.

...but is this really a good thing that can make a lot of money?

If he had not seen the red dress in the painting before, Lin Huai could say "yes". No matter whether it was against moral principles or not, he could obtain famous paintings without having to bear the consequences of killing people; obtain the works drawn by their souls, and he would

He can take it for himself and become a famous painter without having to pay any price... For those who use this deadly set of painting tools, this is an excellent business.

However.

Ordinary people's senses are dull, but Lin Huai can clearly feel the fragrance that has accumulated over time from the paintings...

Deep hatred.

The hatred from the soul that is imprisoned in the painting for eternity.

Among them, the boy with light chestnut hair even possessed a blood-red collar without any guidance.

'Tsk, from this point of view, I have no doubt that the painter's ending was to be pulled into the painting, or to be killed by the ghost that broke out of the painting...' Lin Huai thought happily, 'This set of brushes should

It's a ghost object, which is a so-called object that can bring a curse to the person who uses it... This kind of thing cannot be left for ordinary people to keep. After the copy is over, I will reluctantly take it away.'

The sun had set and the hour hand pointed to nine o'clock, but Lin Huai had no intention of drinking the black tea.

During the conversation, he once picked up black tea. As the rim of the cup came closer to his lips, he saw the corners of the painter's lips raised slightly.

'It's a very common anesthetic.' Lin Huai sniffed the contents calmly, 'This trick is clearly looking down on me.'

Although he was looked down upon by others, Lin Huai still felt that his actions brought him a moment of happiness.

As a very kind-hearted person, Lin Huai never hesitated to give happiness to others while pleasing himself. In order to make the painter happy a few more times, he deliberately raised the teacup many times and received many happiness from the painter.

.

Happiness is a two-way street. While the painter is happy, Lin Huai also gets the pleasure of playing with other people's emotions.

"...It's almost nine o'clock before I know it." Lin Huai said, "Time flies so fast."

The artist took a sip from his cup of black tea and said with a smile: "We've been talking all afternoon, aren't you thirsty? Or are you saying you don't like black tea?"

Lin Huai smiled sheepishly and looked at the cup in front of him: "Actually, I quite like black tea, but I prefer iced black tea to hot black tea."

"It's getting late." Lin Huai stood up from the sofa, "It's about time I..."

Seeing that he was about to leave, the painter felt a little anxious.

He looked at the cup of black tea, pursed his lips, and decided to use his final trump card.

"Actually..." He smiled bitterly, "Although it's a bit presumptuous to say this, but...I don't know whether I should say it or not..."

"Are you worried?" Lin Huai tilted her head at 45° to look at him, "Is there anything that makes you painful? You can share it with me."

The painter played hard to get, and shook his head with a wry smile: "Forget it, this kind of thing... It's just enough to bother me alone, so how can I have the nerve to let you bear it together..."

"It's okay," Lin Huai blinked his eyelashes, "I won't bear the pain. What I like most is listening to other people's pain. I often get pleasure from other people's pain..."

painter:……

Lin Huai: "——The joy of helping others, maybe this is the so-called spirit of dedication."

Under Lin Huai's repeated calls, the painter finally smiled bitterly and said: "Actually, it's nothing special. It's just that occasionally at night..."

He paused intentionally, as if he deliberately wanted to trigger some of Lin Huai's reverie about this.

Lin Huai has always been a very enthusiastic person, and he likes to help others solve their problems, or directly solve other people's problems when he cannot solve them. When he saw the painter in trouble, he must have been too embarrassed to speak out, so he decided not to do anything.

Help him generously and help him express his problems.

Lin Huai: "But will they be active at night? Will they smile at you? Will they pull you into the painting?"

painter:……

Seeing the painter's speechless and suddenly frightened expression, Lin Huai touched his chin and felt that he had not mentioned the key point.

He felt very guilty about this, opened up his mind, and continued.

Lin Huai: "Will you hear crying from the canvas late at night? Will their expressions become more and more ferocious if they are not covered with black cloth? Will there be blood and tears in their eyes?"

painter:……

The corner of the painter's mouth twitched, and Lin Huai patted his shoulder and said sincerely: "Don't be afraid. If you encounter something weird, you have to tell it and share it with everyone. Let's help you think of ideas.

With just a word from you and me, the matter was settled like this, how wonderful it is."

The painter continued to play hard to get and shook his head: "Forget it... I really don't want to involve you in this matter, I..."

"But I'm already involved."

The painter continued to play hard to get: "No, you can't understand how I feel at this time, I..."

"It's okay," Lin Huai said with a smile, "I may understand, I often encounter this kind of thing."

——The thing about encountering ghosts. Lin Huai was thinking in his mind.
To be continued...