Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 97 Pickman's Model
Wilson didn't know what the painter had come up with.

But the painter's words and expression made him feel very bad.

Shouldn't he be stripped of his vest again?
What about those who agreed not to reveal their identities until the finale?
Why is it that people in this world are all little experts at picking up vests? Sure enough, we still can't confuse special dramas with reality.

Maybe it's the same in the special drama, in fact, the big guys already know who turned into Ao, but because of the need of the plot, the big guys didn't say it clearly.

"Maybe." Mr. South smiled mysteriously, and gently put his hand on the mysterious rune book, his whole body was indifferent and calm, "An extremely tragic tragedy happened in the giant city of Guge. A poor gug giant, also corrupted by demons from outside the world."

He deliberately didn't mention his own existence, leaving some space, even though he let the other party make up for it.

"That's it, I know."

The painter didn't know what he thought of, and nodded solemnly: "I won't say these things."

"That's good." Mr. South didn't know what the artist knew, so he could only bite the bullet and follow the other party's meaning.

But at this time, the painter's expression was obviously still a little hesitant.

Wilson didn't know what the other party was thinking, and felt a little uneasy.

"Mr. South, are you the messenger of existence?" Finally, the painter gritted his teeth and asked his doubts.

"Ok?"

"The clues of those cards you are looking for are related to that glorious existence?" the painter asked.

"Well... yes."

On the surface, Wilson remained calm and calm.

In fact, he is brainstorming. It seems that the painter may have seen the Ultraman after his transformation, but it seems that he is a messenger?
In this way, it can also be understood that it is completely inconsistent with scientific logic for an ordinary human being to become such a powerful giant.Ordinary people don't think about it.After all, it is impossible for that huge body to shrink into a human being out of thin air.Moreover, there seems to be no need for such a high-level existence to become an ordinary and weak human being.

In the ruffian's new Ultraman, Sophie also didn't understand the thinking of the first generation, and didn't understand why he, the dignified Star of Light, wanted to become an ant-like human being.

If it is said that he is the messenger of Ultraman, it seems easier to convince others.

"Cough, that's right, everything I did, including tracking down those cards, was the intention of that adult."

Wilson said solemnly, "Those cards can summon extremely terrifying existences, and if you are not careful, they will be like Gug giants. So I have to try my best to find clues about those cards."

"Even that adult has had his head burnt by those terrifying existences."

"I would like to ask you to do me a favor." Wilson looked at the other party sincerely. "If possible, could you please help me collect as many clues as possible about the card?"

"Is that so?" The painter showed a thoughtful expression, and nodded solemnly, "I will do my best."

Wilson breathed a sigh of relief
Fortunately, he still has a layer of Soth's vest. The painter took him as the emissary of Ultraman, and he didn't know his human identity.

His vest should still cover it.

The next time you transform, you must find a way to fool the people around you.If it’s not possible, it’s okay to knock out all the witnesses.

Wilson thought darkly.

Especially the expedition team. Once he is exposed in front of the expedition team, the job that Professor Wilson managed to get in may be gone.

Speaking of expeditions...

Wilson's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked outside through the gap in the window.

The sky was bright.

And his eyes were pitch black.

Meow, I was so good at fighting monsters that I almost forgot that the expedition team was going to set off by boat at noon the next day.

He hurriedly looked at the bright blue screen in mid-air, crazy in his heart@望姆：

[What time is it now, did I fall asleep all of a sudden, noon the next day?Or did I sleep for three days and three nights? 】

If this is the case, the school can explain it easily, saying that he was afraid in the middle of the night, so he ran away.

But the key point is that if the expedition team set off, where would he go to find the place where Qijiela was suspected to appear, and where would he go to find the remains that resembled an ultra-ancient civilization?

【现在是1923年1月10日上午8：47分，宿主并没有错过探险队出发时间】

Droam's reliable voice rang in Wilson's ear.

Fortunately, it's still the morning of the next day. If I rush to the pier temporarily, I should be able to make it in time.

Wilson breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry to bother you last night." Wilson stood up, thanked the artist sincerely, then picked up his clothes, and planned to go out, "I still have some things, I can't stay here for long... "

The painter noticed Wilson's urgency and did not hold back.

After all, these envoys of mysterious existence often need to travel around to complete some secret tasks.

At the same time, he also noticed Wilson's distaste for his clothes.

He smiled slightly, found a set of plain and simple clothes from the closet in the room, and handed them to Wilson: "Mr. South, you can change into some clean clothes, and there is still some water here, so you can take a simple bath. "

The painter pointed to the bucket he was carrying when he just came in.

Wilson froze for a moment, almost weeping with joy.

Finally, there is no need to go back and explain to the captain why he fell into the cesspit again.

"Thank you so much."

Wilson simply took a shower, put on the clean clothes prepared by the painter, and said goodbye to him with a smile.

"and many more."

The painter suddenly went back to the basement, and took out a scroll composed of black line drawings.

Wilson froze for a moment, then took the painting.

It was a heroic figure, walking forward resolutely in the splendid city of giants.

"This painting is... me?"

"Yes." The painter smiled shyly, "It's a pleasure meeting you. Although we said goodbye after only being together for one night, I still cherish our friendship."

"Before parting, I don't know what to give, so I will give you a painting of mine."

"thank you very much."

Wilson embraced the painter emotionally.

…………

After Wilson left, the painter returned to his basement.

After hesitating, some golden pigments were prepared.

Solemnly, on a white canvas, an extremely brilliant and shining golden figure was outlined.

…………

Wilson carefully admired the paintings given by the painter as a parting gift.

At the end of the scroll, there is the artist's signature:
Richard Upton Pickman.

(End of this chapter)