After I became an ancient god

Altus was in a trance for a while, watching the light and shadow in the attic swaying, the dream in his mind gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented inspiration.

He got up from the bed, didn't even bother to take a shower, picked up the paintbrush and expressed his inspiration on the cheap canvas he had set on the floor.

One stroke at a time, deep and light, various colors are smudged on the canvas, his strokes have become completely different from the previous jerky, skilled and full of inexplicable appeal, if someone is standing in the attic to watch his painting The scene of the movie will also be infected by that kind of pure love.

Soon, a painting that was enough to amaze the world was completed. Altus was sweating profusely from being overly involved, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

He looked at the oil painting in front of him, and couldn't believe that it was his own painting. The emptiness after the burst of inspiration just now made him gasp weakly, almost unable to stand still, but he was unwilling to look away at all.

The painting in front of Altus is a vast sea of ​​stars. Just as astronomers have discussed and studied in various papers and newspapers, each celestial body is unique and exudes a mysterious and charming light, which is far away hundreds of millions of light years away. The world outside is so strange and magnificent, and every inch of color seems to contain some kind of unfathomable cosmic truth, fully showing the flickering of celestial bodies in the painting, so that anyone who looks at the painting will feel small from the heart Feeling, and immersed in this vast and boundless universe can not extricate themselves.

Altus just stared at it blankly for a long time, and it was not until the sun was high that he recovered from the indescribable state of immersion. His slovenly flaxen hair covered his pale but flushed cheeks with excitement.

He paced back and forth in the attic, the beautiful dream made him very nostalgic, and the painting in front of him that far surpassed his level made him even more surprised and timid.

Surprised that I can draw such a perfect work, timid because I don't know how to deal with this painting.

In fact, Altus was very reluctant to sell his hard work.

He caressed the rough frame of the oil painting obsessively, not daring to touch the color of the oil paint on the canvas, feeling extremely satisfied with the oil painting he had painted by himself.

This Xinghai oil painting has an inexplicable attractive power, even he, the person who painted it with his own hands, was touched by it, and a greedy desire arose in his heart, wanting to hide the painting so that no one could pry at it.

It seems that there is a terrible devil bewitching in his ears, there will be no more perfect and moving works of this painting in this world, he shouldn't let it leave him.

However, Altus has always dreamed of becoming a world-famous painter, and he has a hunch that this painting is the key to his dream come true!

Dreams and desires were endlessly entangled in Altus' mind. In the end, Altus, with bloodshot eyes and a somewhat crazy expression, wrapped the wooden framed canvas with layers of cloth strips, covering everything in it.

Then, after confirming that the painting would not be easily damaged, Altus carefully held the painting and walked out of the dirty and cramped attic, nervously watching out for the people passing by his side all the way, for fear that others would damage him painting.

Walking through the streets with flowing sewage all the way, avoiding the steam locomotive that spewed black smoke, Altus came to the most luxurious gallery in the foggy city—the Gallery of Beauty.

The ivory-white colonnade stands in front of the gallery, and the arched dome forms the entrance of the gallery. The design style of the cross-shaped corridor allows people to stand outside the gallery door and can see the straight corridor at a glance, with countless beautiful decorations .

Red carpets, white walls, and the latest unimaginably expensive white tungsten lamps can be seen everywhere in the long corridors of the gallery. Numerous works in gold wire picture frames shine charmingly under the lights.

Altus looked enviously at the expensive works in the gallery, as well as the upper-class nobles walking back and forth in the gallery, feeling a little ashamed and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

But then, he remembered the perfection of the painting in his arms, and suddenly regained his confidence, mustered up the courage, and strode towards the gallery, wanting to show his hard work to the owner of the gallery.

"Beggars cannot enter here!"

The gatekeeper of the gallery stopped Altus, his eyes swept over Altus' sloppy and poor appearance, and he raised his chin contemptuously.

"I'm not a beggar! I'm a painter! I'm here to sell paintings! Tell your master to come out!" Altus is a man with strong self-esteem. He saw the contempt of the gatekeeper, blushed and raised his voice Several decibels.

The gatekeeper looked even more dismissive, spoke even more impolitely, and put all kinds of insulting words on Altus without repetition, which made Altus's seven orifices smoke.

He originally just wanted to give it a try reluctantly, but now, the delirious Altus, who was popular with the goalkeeper, swore that he would slap him in the face hard, so that he could see how powerful he was.

So, Altus began to rush into the gallery recklessly, and the gatekeeper immediately raised the security stick in his hand viciously, intending to beat out the slovenly homeless man in front of him who dared to break into the gallery.

Altus was so beaten that he couldn't get up, so he could only use his body to protect the painting in his arms, for fear of hurting any cloth strips of the painting.

After fighting for a while, the chaos in front of the gallery finally attracted the owner of the gallery. Altus thought he was saved, and showed hopeful eyes.

However, this paunchy aristocrat was not as gentle and amiable as Altes imagined, and he was shocked by himself. Instead, he covered his nose with a veil in disgust, as if smelling the peculiar stench of the poor from him, Signal the gatekeeper to throw Altus far away, so as not to delay the business of the gallery.

boom--! ! !

Altus was thrown into a dark alley by two gatekeepers like a dead dog, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, only his hands were still holding the painting in his arms.

After a long delay, Altus reluctantly stood up, and glanced resentfully at the Beauty God Gallery. The resentment in his heart painted traces of black mist invisible to humans, flowing into the painting in his arms, dispelling the stars in the sea of ​​stars. The deep darkness was stained with a sinful blackness.

He will have his revenge!He must make these bullies pay the price!

Altus was holding the painting in his arms, his spirit seemed to become unstable, and he staggered away from the dark alley. He was going to find another gallery. He is a talented painter, and there will always be someone who appreciates his work. , there will always be, there will definitely be!

Altus walked away with such a firm belief.

real world

Ke Su paused the game screen, feeling like he was watching a movie, which was quite interesting.

Turning off the game, he looked at the sky outside the window, yawned, and was about to go to bed. He had to go to the hospital tomorrow, so it would be better to go to bed early.

After a simple wash, Ke Su went to bed, thinking about his sudden windfall of 1 yuan, he felt very happy, and soon fell asleep.

The red dot showing the power supply on the computer screen was still flashing, and it was particularly conspicuous in the bedroom that fell into endless darkness and chaos after Kesu fell asleep.

At the same time, many executives of the special incident handling department in Lishi City are still working overtime.

"Captain, are these files... sure and reliable?"

The new deputy captain, Zhao Jun, frowned and looked at the supernatural file information on the computer light screen with a solemn expression.

It's not that he hasn't read the file information of supernatural events, but the files he saw this time are very strange.

Although the information entered by the headquarters is completely trustworthy in principle, Zhao Jun scanned a few files casually and found something strange.

That is, the information in these files recording supernatural events is all supernatural events that have not erupted yet.

Some even deliberately marked the date of the outbreak as an uncertain future date, and the number of deaths caused by the outbreak was also marked one by one, which was so real that Zhao Jun felt absurdly traveled through time and space.

Obtaining such a detailed supernatural event file before the supernatural event happened, really made him doubt its authenticity.

"It was the new Kun Deming, the person in charge of Kun Deming, who said that he got the information about these unrestricted supernatural events from a supernatural prop that couldn't tell the specific information."

Looking at these files from unknown sources, Captain Li Chu also hesitated, but in the end he chose to trust his immediate superior.

"Since the person in charge of Kun dared to send it, it means that he has proved the accuracy of the information to the base. You must know that our headquarters still has a lot of hidden power. As far as I know, there is an unpredictable prediction It is impossible for those with abilities to aim at nothing, I believe in the authenticity of these files."

Li Chu patted Zhao Jun on the shoulder, signaling him to relax and not to tense his nerves too much, always suspicious of the headquarters.

Looking at Li Chu's solemn face, Zhao Jun was taken aback for a while, and then relaxed in a self-deprecating manner.

The cruel life in the main god's space in the past made him overly vigilant. Even though he has left the main god's space, he is always suspicious and suspicious of the authenticity of various orders when performing official duties recently.

The captain is right, he should also learn to trust his compatriots, after all, when facing supernatural events, all human beings are on the same front.

"Yes! Captain!"

Zhao Jun saluted and began to look at the supernatural files seriously.

The first file he looked at was called [Puppet Hospital]. It was rated as an S-level supernatural event. It has the ability to move freely and can move between cities at will. It will cause at least 5 deaths in the future.