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Chapter 533 Ancient Dream: A Genius Painter

"Looks like Pickman isn't home."

Elliott came over, saw the painting, and Xia Ren who was standing in front of the painting, thinking, said: "Pickman's painting style is always so unique, he likes to paint these weird things , no one else can understand it except himself.”

weird stuff...

Xia Ren lowered his head and thought for a while, then asked, "What exactly does he like to draw?"

Elliot touched his chin, thought for a while, and said, "He likes to draw devils."

"devil?"

Xia Ren was a little puzzled: "What kind of devil."

Elliot frowned, as if he didn't know how to describe it.

While gesturing with his hands the patterns of unknown meaning, he said: "It's the kind of grotesque things that can be called nightmares and monsters. Some of them have similar characteristics to humans, such as limbs and facial features, but in other places It's completely different, it's like taking a bunch of messy organs or something like octopus tentacles and putting them together with the human body."

Speaking of this, Elliott looked admiringly: "Pickman is a genius with every step, he is different from other horror painters, you know? Pickman has a good relationship with me, so his works I have seen a lot, including those that have not been shown - or can not be shown - he is always good at using simple lines with almost no painting skills to outline the appearance of the devils as if they really exist .”

When it came to painting, he was a little eloquent: "Other horror painters generally use exaggerated colors and strong visual impact to fool the audience's eyes, but Pickman is not at all, he seems to be born to know and Fully understands what people are really afraid of - anyone who has seen his paintings can almost understand what I mean."

Eliot seemed a little anxious, eager for Xia Ren to prove those things: "I mean, only a truly great artist can find out the fear of certain things buried in human genes, and express them truly.

Yes, it is true.

All the monsters that Pickman painted were extremely real.It's as if he saw it with his own eyes and got along with it.You must think I'm a little delirious, maybe even talking nonsense, and I realize it, but he's really, that's one of those rare geniuses.

I just said that some of his paintings cannot be displayed, but only shown to me. That is not alarmist.

They were so horrific and eerily twisted that Pickman might have been expelled from the club immediately if they were shown.

In fact, after I saw the content of those paintings, I was also firmly opposed to his making them public.

Because from the perspective of an artist, I am very clear that it will bring panic, even to the extent that it can actually affect people's minds. Pickman's art is too early for human beings..."

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Xia Ren patted him on the shoulder to stop him from continuing.

Elliott's expression was already a little crazy. If he was allowed to keep talking, it was hard to imagine that there would be no accidents.

Xia Ren felt a little bad. From the book he discovered just now, to Elliott's abnormal behavior, everything proved to him that his little uncle seemed a little different from normal people.

Except for this strange well in front of him, he has not seen other paintings by Pickman, but from Elliott's description, those paintings seem to be able to distort people's reason, and even bring pollution.

As far as Xia Ren knew, if it was just a normal painting, no matter how weird it was, it would definitely not reach the level of causing people to panic.

Unless, Pickman is painting some real monsters, such as those alien races.

If that's the case, it's not entirely a bad thing, after all, he still remembers that his ultimate purpose of entering the ancient dream is related to pollution.

He must find traces of the Great Old One.

Then, perhaps finding Pickman is the key to achieving this goal.

Thinking of this, a thin figure appeared in Xia Ren's mind.

Teresa is still at home waiting for her mother to go back. If neither she nor Pickman can count on it, who will the little girl rely on in the future?

"Anna?"

Seeing him in a daze, Elliott stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

Xia Ren sighed and said, "I'm fine."

He searched around the house, but found nothing of value, but there was a group photo of Pickman and several other people on the bedside of the bedroom, which was recorded by the camera, indicating that Pickman was at least taking pictures. , also belongs to the category of human beings.

My little brother-in-law seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, only the house was cleaned neatly, as if he had made some kind of decision and left after he was ready.

Elliott patted his head and said: "It seems that we won't be able to find him for a while. Pickman won't travel far, and he won't go to dangerous places. Why don't we go back to the club first? I'll ask others People, let's see if they know where Pickman is."

Xia Ren shook his head: "I don't have that much time, Teresa is still waiting for me at home, I have to go home before tonight."

"Theresa is..."

"My daughter."

Elliot's expression froze, but he didn't show any disappointment. Instead, he lowered his head and began to think seriously.

"Actually, I know of a place where Pickman rented a house in the suburbs as a studio. He occasionally paints in the studio, and it might be there now."

Xia Ren nodded without any hesitation: "Then let's go right away."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Hey."

Eliot stopped him and rubbed his stomach: "I haven't eaten since last night, why don't we buy something to eat first."

Xia Ren happened to be hungry too, but it takes time to eat, and what he lacks most now is time.

The journey back home from the rich area was equally dangerous, and it would take at least two hours. After dark, gangs were active, and he had to go back before four o'clock in the afternoon.

In the end, they bought two fast meals, and Elliot took a taxi to the direction of Pickman's studio.

There are almost no factories in Myrican that can operate stably, and the industry that requires high-end supporting industries such as car manufacturing does not exist in the country. Therefore, almost all the cars here are imported from the highest alliance government. The number is scarce and they are luxury goods. Taxi prices are therefore very expensive.

But Elliot seems to be used to taking a taxi, and he doesn't worry about money. Either he is a very famous painter, but considering his age, it seems unlikely, or, his family is very rich, and Xia Ren is more inclined to to the latter.

The car drove smoothly, and he looked at the scene outside the window, silently hoping that no bad accident would happen next.

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Chapter 534 Ancient Dream: The Basement of the Ancient House

The surrounding buildings gradually become sparse and dilapidated, but they have not left the rich area, but are away from the bustling area.

The nearby scenery began to be a little barren, and the various facilities also showed an old appearance. Most of the shops on the street were closed. There were not many passers-by, but they all stared at their vehicles with vigilant eyes. I don't know if the car is here. Too rare, or something else.

Not far away, the taxi stopped on the side of the road.

They were still some distance away from their destination, but the driver was unwilling to go any further. Elliott tried to persuade the other party by adding money, but even the temptation of money could not sway the driver.

Helpless, they had no choice but to get off the bus.