At first, Wilson really didn't realize that the thing that looked like a man and a dog was a ghoul.
He originally just regarded this creature as some kind of intelligent beast.
Speaking of ghouls, we have to mention the legend that originally wandered around the cemetery with the ghouls - vampires.
Different from ghouls, vampires have various derivatives and legends. In modern times, they have become more and more synonymous with elegance and are sought after by everyone. They range from blond villain saviors carrying steamrollers to white-haired villains who punch each other.
Ying Ying Wei, very famous.
As for the ghoul... to be honest, except for some games that regard this creature as some kind of monster, or it is briefly mentioned in some novels, it seems that only Tokyo Foodie has derived this creature into a monster.
main character.
Well, why does it become like this? Maybe it’s because ghouls don’t look good, and they are usually mixed with cemeteries and rotting corpses. Except for the beautified version of the drama, the others are not rotten like zombies.
, which are monsters like hyenas.
The setting is also not as fashionable and up-to-date as vampires.
This resulted in the ghouls not being very well-known.
It was only after the painter implicitly suggested that they were eating corpses in the cemetery that he finally realized that these things were probably ghouls.
The painter's reaction confirmed this for him.
After hearing the term Wilson uttered, he was obviously very surprised. The hand holding the flashlight trembled, and the pale light shone on the face of the guest who came unexpectedly tonight. The gold-rimmed glasses reflected the strange light.
Light, the light-colored eyes under the frame seem to glow under the light source.
It was as if there was something underneath that human body that was looking at him.
A burning feeling of being exposed to the sun crept up his nerves. The painter subconsciously took a step back into the darkness, and squeezed out a voice like a gurgling from his throat: "You..."
Those light-colored eyes like wax blinked slowly, and soon the feeling disappeared under the glass lenses, quickly becoming like an illusion.
Only the residual reaction of the painter's nerve endings reminded him.
"Who are you?" The painter gasped and shouted in a low voice.
After coming into contact with that dark world and gradually being accepted by it, this was the first time he felt this inexplicable burning, like a natural nemesis.
Tonight, this strange guy suddenly knocked on his door, claiming to be here to see his works. Originally, he didn't think much about it, and the other person really kept praising him after seeing his paintings.
He unknowingly let down his guard!
He even took this person to his underground studio, which is connected to an underground tunnel!
Unexpectedly, this person actually recognized what he was drawing! And that...
The painter's vigilance was suddenly heightened.
"Hmm..." Wilson yelled secretly. He didn't expect that just saying a word would make people so stressed.
If you think about it carefully, it is not impossible to understand that the artist has always painted these strange existences with his head covered, chasing the shadows in the darkness. Of course he knew that people would not accept these, and buried those existences in his heart, which became his inner
A tightly sealed secret.
But what Wilson is doing now is equivalent to directly exposing what the other party has hidden for many years. Anyone else would be shocked.
Wilson cursed himself in his heart, and then raised a bright smile:
"No... these are just my guesses. I am very interested in those wonderful creatures. I guessed it after seeing your paintings and combining it with some legends I have learned before."
"Who are you?" The painter read word by word, staring at the other person with his dark eyes.
He frowned and looked tense, as if he didn't believe what Wilson said at all.
Wilson raised his eyebrows, realizing that something was wrong. The painter was not asking why he knew what was on the painting, but who he was.
Where was he exposed?
Or was it because some of his actions made him suspect that he was not a guest who came to appreciate the work?
Wilson's smile gradually faded and he looked at the painter who retreated unconsciously.
Why does he feel like a villain...
"All right."
Wilson waved his hand and looked innocently at the painter in the shadow: "Please, don't be like this, I was just passing by... and then I heard a strange noise under your house, so I wanted to come and have a look."
"But I also really like your works." Wilson smiled helplessly, "This gives me a chance to get a glimpse of the real corner of the world."
"If I guess correctly, the models you painted are your friends. Are you very familiar with them and have been with them for a long time? I feel that your body is gradually getting closer to them."
"Can you hear me?" The painter looked at the mysterious guest opposite in surprise.
"Yes." Wilson nodded and pointed to the ground, "I can still feel the intricate tunnels below."
Although this was scanned by Zhuomu, after all, they are one, and it is not wrong to say that he felt it.
The painter looked at Wilson even more surprised.
"You are not human?"
"..."
The muscles in the corners of Wilson's eyes twitched.
Who are you calling someone who is not a human being?
"It's impossible for humans to have abilities like you!" The painter said in a shocked tone, "Who are you?"
"……"Smile.
"It doesn't matter who I am..." Wilson kept the smile on his face, "I'm sorry that I didn't tell the truth at first. But after seeing your painting, I really admired it from the bottom of my heart. I also didn't
There is no malicious intention, just a slight interest in the underground mystery."
Wilson looked into the painter's eyes sincerely: "I really want to know the stories behind these paintings and the mysterious ghouls. Could you introduce your friends?"
The painter hesitated.
This customer's previous behavior did not seem to be hypocritical. He was really interested in his works, and his tone was very sincere and did not look like he was lying.
Although the sun-burning feeling just now made him a little wary, they had been able to chat very well before. The other party did not have the pedantry of those ignorant humans at all, and his vision and aesthetics were very extraordinary.
The painter is still very willing to become friends and confidants with each other.
"Okay." The painter nodded slowly, "Well... I'll ask those friends underground... If they are willing, I will introduce them to you."
I'm a bit busy tonight, so the next update will probably be at noon tomorrow.