This is an old neighborhood left in a historical corner. The oldest house can even be traced back to the seventeenth century. This is a profound heritage for a country of immigrants.
Traces of weathering and erosion can be seen everywhere on the walls of the house. Some repair wooden strips are nailed to the corners of the broken windows, and spider webs are covered with the beams.
The gray and oppressive musty smell reveals a strong atmosphere of twilight, which is enough to give a glimpse of the power of time.
Generally speaking, there are not many people like Wilson here who look highly educated, elegant and decent.
The entire atmosphere of Old North Point was incompatible with him.
Even the wild cats here stared with curiosity at Wilson, who seemed to have entered here by mistake, and one even followed him playfully, seeming to have a good impression of the two-legged beast.
But soon, the wild cat was frightened by the weird and hateful sound. It arched its back, purred in its throat, and raised its tail high.
Wilson also noticed the Wildcat's reaction.
He stared at the old house that seemed to be the source of the sound.
That is not the range of sound waves that humans can hear. It is less than 20 hertz, so the wavelength is very long and can be transmitted to a long range.
Strictly speaking, this was not actually heard by Wilson's ears, but came from his gradually strengthening perception ability. He found that his state was somewhat similar to Ultraman Orb, and for some reason, he became an Ultraman with the help of his predecessor's power.
Light and its body have also been strengthened a lot due to the power of Ultra.
He held his breath and listened to the weird sound waves.
The sound wave was a bit hairy, but if it was only produced by some kind of animal, then he didn't need to be too nervous.
Suddenly there was another burst, this time it was a real sound, within the range that normal people could hear, although it was extremely small and weak, and it was still vague and unclear syllables.
Such as "Migu" and "Gulu".
Somehow, it feels disgusting.
This aroused Wilson's curiosity.
Why is there such a strange noise in the middle of the night?
He walked slowly to the old small house with an ordinary door and similar old houses on both sides.
Wilson hesitated for a moment, then knocked gently on the door.
He didn't know what was inside, and he wasn't sure if anyone would open the door.
But he couldn't just let Zhuomu scan this area. This was different from the dangerous situation in the hotel. This area was a residential area, and it was at night. In case some people were doing some private activities, Zhuomu was
If the scan arrives, wouldn’t it be embarrassing...
Such a subtle sound does not seem to come from a monster.
He couldn't remember any monster with such a voice.
Maybe it's just that the place is old and in disrepair, after all, the sound doesn't really sound like something a human being can produce.
Wilson thought it best to remind the people who lived here.
He waited for a while and no one opened the door.
I glanced at the time on the Zhuomu light screen: 20:09
Is it possible that the person living in this house is asleep? It seems a bit early to go to bed at this time. This is a bit unimaginable to him before time travel.
He hesitated for a moment, debating whether to continue knocking on the door.
Just when he was about to give up, there were some footsteps from the basement. Soon, the old wooden door in front of him made a clang, and a man with some ink on his face and pencil dust on his knuckles opened it.
Door.
Wilson moved from his messy grass-like hair to his clothes covered in paint stains.
The other party's face was obviously full of doubts, and he looked at the black-haired professor in front of him with confusion and vigilance, who was out of tune with the entire old neighborhood.
It would be very unpleasant if a stranger knocked on the door in the middle of the night as a bad-tempered person.
Fortunately, the owner of the house seemed to have a good temper. He just asked in confusion:
"Who are you?"
"Well..." Wilson groaned.
He can't just come up and say that there are strange noises in your basement, and then I'm curious to know what's going on and want to go to your basement to have a look. This will probably be regarded as crazy.
He looked at the image of the house owner in front of him, and suddenly he had a good idea. He showed a bright smile: "You are a painter, right?"
"Yes." The painter in front of him seemed to have put down some of his guard and nodded reservedly, but he was obviously more confused, "I don't know who you are?"
"Well... that's it." Wilson racked his brains, but on the surface he still maintained a calm and unhurried demeanor. He had mastered this skill long before time travel.
"I have always had a yearning for art. I think painting is a unique form of expression that shows people's spiritual world and has a different kind of charm. I heard that there is a special painter living here, and I would like to come and appreciate your works.
"
Wilson spoke extremely sincerely and looked at the other person sincerely.
What he said were actually some clichés, based on some of the characteristics displayed by the other party. As for special painters... everyone subconsciously thinks that they are special, right? And painters like this all hope that they will be special.
The work can be appreciated by others.
The other party obviously believed what Wilson said, especially when he heard the last sentence, his dark eyes flashed with a little excitement.
"Of course." The painter showed a smile, quickly agreed, and led Wilson to his house.
As soon as Wilson entered the door, he saw many paintings hanging on the walls.
The moment he saw those paintings, Wilson raised his eyebrows and was really surprised.
What he said was just words, but he didn't expect that this painter's paintings were really different.
What caught his eye were one after another grotesque and strange works. For example, one of them painted three withered faces that looked like old witches. He did not expect that human faces could be painted so distorted, like
It's like crawling out of hell.
Wilson, who originally only planned to give a few compliments, was completely attracted by these paintings. These paintings are not actually scary to him, at least after experiencing the era of big data, he has long been numb to these curious things.
But the works of this painter reveal a different kind of reality in the weird fantasy. Those brushstrokes fall brilliantly on the canvas, as if they are depicting magical reality, making people feel as if they are seeing it with their own eyes.
He couldn't help but admire: "What a unique work of art this is. It looks like it really exists. How did you do it?"