Rain

Walking on the streets of the town, with the breeze blowing on my face, I stretched and yawned.This is a small town on an autumn island called Puppet Town.There are not many people in the town, but everyone has ruddy complexions and is full of satisfaction, not to mention how nourishing the life is.

I was puzzled and whispered to the elegant ship doctor next to me: "Mr. Gray, why is this place called Puppet Town?"

"Because the specialty products we produce here are puppets." The next moment, we were welcomed into a shop by enthusiastic shop assistants.It is quite a large shop, with various types of cabinets, and all kinds of puppets are neatly displayed on the partition, "Guest, take a look?"

I stood near the door, my eyes swept over, my brows began to frown, and the smile on my face gradually became forced, so I didn't move forward.

I don't know if it's because of the layout of this store or what. The sunlight is blocked by thick curtains and rows of wooden cabinets, and only a little can be cast into the room, which brings a little coldness.

The last time I had this uncomfortable feeling was when I met the undead in the Land of Rain.I bit my lower lip lightly, looking at the works of art.These puppets are very delicate, colorful and have different appearances.The costumes are also too detailed, very real.There are not any pairs of puppets that are exactly alike in the numerous rows of wooden cabinets.If you look closely, there are even subtle differences in the length and thickness of each puppet's nails.

But the only trait these puppets have in common is their expression: uniformly numb, calmly numb.I looked at their empty glass eyes and felt a chill in my heart.Those eyes were bottomless, as if they had absorbed the surrounding light, and something was caught inside them.

stuck...

"Did you see something?" The sudden voice interrupted my train of thought and made me jump.I reflexively took two steps back before turning my head, and stayed where I was for an instant, with my eyes wide open.

Standing aside was a young man with a strange appearance.He has flashing violet eyes and messy purple hair, but it doesn't detract from his suffocating beauty.His face was abnormally delicate like a puppet, as if it had been meticulously crafted, every part was perfect, even the most picky person couldn't find the slightest flaw.There was a smile on his face, showing no emotion.He reminds people of a purple ink lotus born in the world, with an enchanting and charming posture.

Beauty to the extreme is a demon.

Although he was wearing casual clothes, it did not detract from his beauty at all, but instead brought out a bit of confusion.

I stared blankly, while he kept a faint smile and looked at me with his head tilted, his pale lips opened and closed: "How is it? A guest?"

I blinked hard, finally regained my thinking ability, and murmured: "There are so many puppets here..."

"Puppet..." The young man narrowed his eyes, like a cat that has absorbed the warmth, and the light purple eyes are as soft as a puddle of water.The curvature of his face did not change, and his tone was gentle, "Of course, the more the better..."

I felt hairy all over my body for no reason, subconsciously wanting to stay away from this young man, and found my voice: "Maybe, but we don't need it." I blinked and forced myself to look away from the enchanting young man in front of me, quickly Stepping up to Mr. Ship Doctor, his tone was firm and non-negotiable: "Mr. Grey, let's go."

I turned my head to look at Mr. Nero Mist, the painter who just joined the Pirates not long ago. Seeing that he seemed to have roots under his feet, he was still looking at the rows of puppets, and he didn't hear anything from the window look.I coughed, with a serious expression: "Fish ball rough noodles."

Mr. Painter immediately turned his head and looked at me intently with a calm expression.And I continued to look serious: "Let's go."

With great difficulty, she walked towards the door with a black belly and a real paralyzed face, but a young man's urging voice came from behind her.

"Guest..." The smile on the young man's face gradually widened, and the ending sound rose slightly, "Don't think about it again?"

"No." Unexpectedly, Mr. Painter refused resolutely and clearly, turned back with a flat face, and said in a calm tone, "Lack of

Artsy. "I have never been so grateful for his rejection, but when I heard the next sentence, thinking of his "artwork" and aesthetic "aesthetics", I had the urge to rush to the street.

"It can be customized, customer..." The boy who was rejected lightly raised his eyebrows, put a slender index finger on his lips, smiled as before, his light purple eyes couldn't see the depth, "Just bring that person's photo , physical characteristics, this shop can make puppets with 100% reduction..."

"We don't want inflatable dolls." I interrupted the boy's words unceremoniously, and now I'm grabbing the boat doctor's sleeve with one hand and resting on Mr. Painter's arm with the other, without even looking back, "Let's go."

Although the smile on the boy's face remained unchanged, the corners of his eyes seemed to twitch.

"Actually, that's fine too..." On a whim, Mr. Gray, who claimed to be "serious and responsible", went ashore to see if there were any new medicinal materials that could "relieve boredom". He stopped, held his chin, and thought seriously, "No What kind of disease, why don't every crew member..."

"I don't want it, thank you." Mr. Painter declined immediately, with no ups and downs in his voice, "I have dedicated myself to art."

"I don't want either..." Although I didn't know that the so-called "every" bag didn't include me, I still decisively decided to reject the proposal immediately, "Inflatable dolls are still different from real people..."

The ship doctor looked at me with a half-smile, and pushed the plain glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Oh? Rain, how did you know? Could it be..." A black line slipped down the back of my head, and I decided to ignore the bad ship doctor's words.

You can get used to teasing, teasing, teasing a lot, thick-skinned, you can ignore it...

The three of us finally walked back into the sun, and I breathed a sigh of relief.With lingering fear, he glanced at the storefront blocked by layers of curtains, and felt that he was finally safe.

"Rain." Mr. Painter has a calm expression and a flat voice, "Fish ball rough noodles, today?"

Boss, please don’t take the interrogative sentence as naturally as the affirmative sentence, the ending should be raised... I complained in my heart, and stuffed the purchased ingredients I was carrying into his hand: "Don't put it down, I will go back and make it for you. "

With these words, Mr. Painter took the big and small bags without any resistance, and continued to walk forward.Although Mr. Painter looks thinner, like a young artist with no strength to restrain himself, in fact, miraculously, his arm strength ranks third on the boat.The first is Mr. Swordsman, and the second is Ace.

With sharp eyes, I saw that Mr. Painter, who was walking by, was holding the purchased goods with one hand, and his free right hand reached into his pocket, and took out a medium-sized fountain pen...

"If you dare to draw," I said with a gloomy face, "I promise you that you won't have rough noodles with fish balls tonight."

"If you dare to draw," Mr. Gray said with a gloomy face, "I promise you can't eat anything tonight."

We spoke out almost at the same time, and our voices overlapped, but the meaning of the threat from both sides was extremely clear.

Mr. Painter put his paintbrush back into his pocket, and accused us of the crime of not knowing how to appreciate with his expressionless eyes.And we continue to stride forward.It's our fault for not appreciating art, but it's your fault if the world doesn't appreciate your art...

Mr. Painter, the captain invited you aboard.

The first thing to say is that he is facial paralyzed.Not only was there no expression on his face, but his voice didn't change either.This has been confirmed by the ship's doctor, and the medical term is "facial nerve necrosis".

Secondly, he is a devil fruit capable user and a user of the painting fruit.Once the things he draws are attached with abilities, they can come to life.Come alive in the true sense.

I can't describe the shock when I saw the pen and ink lines jumping out of the white paper for the first time, let alone... Mr. Painter is more of an impressionist, and he likes to add his own imagination, especially ink.So the scribbles of his essays are deadly...

In the middle of the night, while I was in the kitchen preparing supper, someone knocked on the door, and I answered it.I was mentally prepared to see a living person on the boat, but when I saw a black ghost with a hideous face, I was so frightened that I almost collapsed in place.My mind went blank at the time, and the only thought I could repeat was that the sea water wasn't working.

When my legs were shaking weakly and my throat was so dry that I couldn't even yell, the ghost spoke. It was the painter's voice, flat and calm: "I'm hungry."

I stopped trembling, looked at the ghost in silence, and finally found my voice: "This...is...what?"

"This is art..." The ghost tilted his head slightly, and Mr. Painter's voice was innocent, "Phone bug."

I finally ran away and yelled at the "phone bug": "Your phone bug has horns, a green face, fangs and eyes as big as a cow!"

"Ah, I want rough noodles with fish balls for supper." Mr. Painter's voice didn't change, and the abstract phone worm was very strange, "Thank you."

"There are no rough noodles with fish balls." I rubbed my forehead and glared at the phone bug, "Get what you want." Then I slammed the door angrily.

Five seconds later there was another knock on the door. I turned around angrily and opened the door again.Outside the door was a gothic goth with bat wings, grinning from the corner of his mouth to his ears.This time, instead of panicking, I remained silent.Then the devil took the initiative to speak, and it was still the calm voice of Mr. Painter: "Please put the supper on the mobile dining car, thank you."

I turned around and filled a bowl of supper, then went back to the door and tentatively stretched out the bowl in front of the devil.The devil took the bowl with his big eyes without whites, and put the night snack bowl into his mouth squarely.The corner of my mouth twitched a few times, and I saw the devil speak again. It was Mr. Painter's flat voice: "Thank you, I will send the plate back later."

Then the demon flapped its wings and flew away in front of my face.

Mr. Painter’s style of painting is really multi-national. The phone bug at the beginning was obviously oriental ink painting ghost style, and the dining car just now has a western realistic gothic style... I closed the door with a dull expression.After about ten minutes, the door was knocked again, I opened it, and the demon was floating outside the door.Then the demon opened his mouth, spit out a clean empty plate, and handed it to me in his hand.I didn't reach for it, just looked at the demon.The devil spoke, and Mr. Painter's calm voice sounded again: "If you don't pick me up again, I'll smash it."

"Smash it." I stared at the demon expressionlessly, and said in a flat tone, "It will be charged to your account. As a punishment for destroying public items on the ship at will, 60% of your pocket money will be deducted for seven consecutive weeks."

Mr. Painter didn't speak, then the devil floated into the kitchen, turned on the tap, added dish soap to clean the plate, took a dry rag to dry the plate, opened the cabinet door, and placed it on a neat stack of plates.

I watched the demon's movements, and my eyes lit up.

Then the devil floated in front of me, and said again: "Don't deduct money, I want to buy painting supplies."

"Although there is no destruction of public property, but I threaten the helpless cook: 50% of the pocket money will be deducted for ten consecutive weeks." I looked directly at the devil without blinking my eyes, "This is like iron. Ship regulations."

The demon did not speak, and continued to remain silent.

"As compensation, it's okay to not deduct money." I pointed to the pool, "As long as you use your ability to volunteer for ten weeks."

The demon turned to leave.

"Ah." I clenched my right fist and tapped the palm of my left hand expressionlessly, "What should I do, no one eats the fish ball thick noodles, it's a pity to throw away the ingredients, I'll eat it myself."

The devil came to me with a whoosh, staring at a pair of eyes as big as copper bells: "Where is it?"

"Washing the dishes for a week, ten bowls of thick noodles with fish balls." I used my fingers to draw a one, then a ten.

"One day, ten bowls of rough noodles with fish balls." The painter's voice in the devil's mouth was extremely flat, without fluctuations.

Boss, how much do you like thick noodles with fish balls... I suppressed my speechlessness, and said the conditions with a straight face: "One week, five bowls. Don't let it go. After this, I promise you will never see fish on this boat Thick noodles."

Mr. Painter seemed to be thinking carefully, and continued to bargain: "Twenty bowls a week."

"Ah, ah, what are fish ball rough noodles?" I tilted my head and looked at the ceiling innocently, "Is it an alien creature?"

Mr. Painter was silent for a while, and offered the final condition: "Ten bowls a week."

"Deal." I quickly made a final decision and nodded to the devil, "Starting tomorrow."

From then on, Mr. Painter took care of the dishwashing work on the ship in a disguised form.He remembered the message he received when he joined the Spades Pirates not long ago.

Underground intelligence: "What, do you think Captain Ace is the boss on our ship? The ship doctor is a hidden boss? No, in fact, there is a hidden ultimate boss on our ship. The truly terrifying one is ruling the kitchen and finances. Rain looks easy to talk to."

The author has something to say:

Ace, happy birthday. (laugh)

Happy today, the weight of two chapters.happy New Year to all.

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I decided to correct my habit of ignoring the tricks.Um.