Back in the living room, there was a rare absence of any quarrels or discussions between people with different thoughts.
They each sit in different positions and do the same or different things to kill time.
The nervousness of Chen Zibai and the security guard was particularly obvious. The actions of rubbing their hands together and the way they looked around had completely betrayed their inner thoughts.
Reading, silent silence, only simplicity, sitting alone by the window sill, carrying a bucket of old black paint brought down from upstairs, mixed it with water, briefly stirred it twice, and broke half of the stick with one
Dip the paintbrush into painting.
The snow was falling heavily, and the quiet room was covered by heating. At this moment, every simple move seemed slow and heavy, one stroke after another, crossing back and forth on the snow-white drawing paper.
Paired with the old deer hunting hat and khaki coat, his simple body exudes a strong artistic atmosphere, quiet and crazy.
"I said... Mr. Yang, are you really just a chef?"
The security guard on the side couldn't sit still. He touched the body casually without any shock. After witnessing the tragedy, he remained calm as before. Such a strong psychological quality is not possessed by ordinary people.
Jian Yi shrugged, noncommittal: "What if? Brother security guard, do you have any good jobs that you can introduce to me?"
He held the pen with one hand, dipped it in the black paint in the small iron bucket, and in a flash added a few more detailed strokes on the white paper.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, by the way, your painting skills are really good," the security guard saw that he didn't want to answer the question, so he stopped pestering him and praised casually, "You can paint such a rich picture with just black paint...
"
He simply straightened his crooked deerstalker hat and used the brush in his hand to stroke the canvas: "Nothing. Paul Dimochi's painting style can be seen by both insiders and laymen. Just in terms of appreciation,
It is truly among the best in the world.”
On the simple canvas, a realistic-looking bungalow appears on the page. The house is covered with a layer of wallpaper but does not have any ventilation windows. It looks weird, but it contains an indescribable sense of beauty.
Standing up and looking at the basically completed work on the canvas, Jian Yi nodded slightly, but couldn't help but shook his head with regret and said: "Although it looks good, the two-dimensional image can only stop here. This is its biggest
The limitation is that we can only see the surface, but cannot describe the scenes behind and inside.”
After saying that, he glanced at the security guard and Zhang Linchuan inadvertently, and then added: "With such an artistic conception, it is really disappointing."
"Mr. Yang is saying...what is there in this house?"
Zhang Linchuan seemed to have suddenly become interested at this time, and there was a rare lack of accusation or quarrel: "Or...there is more to it than that?"
"Not only, of course it's more than that." Jian Yi glanced at him lightly, and then moved her gaze back to her painting, "There are still some things in the house that I haven't painted."
"In the house?"
"I can't tell..." Zhang Linchuan touched his chin, squinted at the black and white buildings on the canvas, nodded slightly and said, "Such an elegant building must be a masterpiece that Mr. Yang has observed somewhere?"
He nodded, with a smile on his simple face: "Although it's disappointing, I still want to add that the house refers to the toilet outside."
"Toilet...toilet..."
Zhang Linchuan's face was undoubtedly slapped hard by Jian Yi. His face was ashen, but he couldn't say anything and could only swallow what he just said.
If the toilet can be called elegant, then what can be called vulgar!
After saying that, Jian Yan glanced at the security guard and added casually: "Oh, by the way, Mr. Security Guard, the picture I drew happened to be the one you went to when I came here."
"Mr. Yang, what do you mean?" The security guard's smile was a little forced, "Where do you mean the toilet?"
"It's nothing, just making random nonsense. I'm just listening to the opera in the house, which only makes me laugh more." Jian Yi casually threw down the paintbrush, leaving only a painted small building, and walked up the stairs casually.
The toilet directly opposite the window in the painting is basically only used by security guards. Due to the heavy wind and snow, no one has been to that house in the past two days, and no one knows what Jian Yi wants to express.
"This Yang Ye is really a weirdo."
After turning the pages of the book, Chen Zibai glanced at Jian Yi who disappeared at the end of the stairwell, shook his head and said, "Not sure."
"First you are blaming someone, then you are protecting Liu Xinke for no reason, and now you are saying some incomprehensible things here. It's really confusing. Isn't it that you don't have a clear mind at such a young age?"
As Zhang Linchuan spoke, he changed to a more comfortable sitting position, and then continued: "My group has a company that specializes in brain nerve research, namely Providence, which was recently listed. It has made great achievements in this area. If there is anything,
, I can actually help him."
After turning a page of the book, he added in a low tone: "I'm afraid that some people's brains cannot be cured even if they are cured..."
"Well..." Bai Xia, who has always had a low sense of presence, nodded slightly, but did not express any opinion.
"Sober? What does soberness mean? Maybe he is the most sober person..." The security guard looked at the painting in a daze, "Everyone is drunk and I am sober alone. It sounds ridiculous, but if that's true, I'm afraid we are the real ones.
Confused."
…
"Very good, it looks like these idiots have slept like dead pigs..."
Jian Yi walked out of the room slowly, and the surrounding doors were tightly closed. He knew very well that there would be no normal people patrolling the night for no reason at four o'clock in the morning.
Even security guards cannot patrol at this time.
Of course, this is only a theoretical possibility.
"So even if a mouse comes up with me, it won't be over if the gun collapses..." Jian Yan put his hands in his pockets nonchalantly and strolled up the stairs.
At this moment, his target was clear: it was the corner of the stairs where Chen Zibai had been before.
During the day, due to Chen Zibai's obstruction and the security guards around him, he did not want to rush forward in such an environment.
Not to mention that Jian Yan was very suspicious of the security guards. Just because of Chen Zibai's threatening nature, it was impossible for him to leave his behind to these two people.
It's a pity that there are no drugs like narcotics, otherwise Jian Yi would definitely let a few people sleep peacefully through dinner.
The night is dark and windy, so now is the best time.
As he walked up the stairs, the familiar smell spread and penetrated Jian Jian's nasal cavity. As he was not disgusted with the smell, he naturally didn't care much and just walked straight up the steps.
Soon, he stood in front of the door again.
"I want to see what can change a person's mind so quickly..."
