The man raised his eyebrows, finding these words very incredible: "Didn't your Excellency, the President, be elected because of the support of the people?"
George, with curly brown hair, stuffed a mint into his mouth again: "The light has always shone on the earth, and the power of God has never been far away from the world."
The man standing upright, his pupils slightly dilated, felt as if he was listening to a sermon from a purist archbishop.
"Your words are like those from the north... let me think about it... the divine right of kings?"
President George grinned after hearing this and did not answer.
"But this was 1865 in the Third Age, not hundreds of years ago." The man corrected seriously, "Innate human rights are Secred's core proposition."
George pressed his teeth hard and crushed the mint, making a crisp sound.
"You don't understand." he said.
The man frowned, then brought the topic back to the right track: "We have to take action to increase our chances of winning the election."
The president did not object and then told him: "Go ahead and make arrangements. Just submit the schedule to me."
"Your Excellency Varun Galilan suggests that you go on a nationwide lecture tour." The man suggested.
"Warren? The one from the National Security Council?" George rubbed his temples with his index finger.
The man nodded: "Yes, Lord Galilan of the Liberal Party."
Um……
George drawled a long note.
"I'll think about it, forget it... let's just do it, you can make arrangements."
"Okay, Your Excellency!"
…
In the Sanfran Police Bureau branch, Pickman sat in front of the fireplace in the conference room, holding a glass of hot water in his hand and explaining to Victor incessantly.
"It's true. I just painted as usual. I didn't do anything. Those guys going crazy have nothing to do with me."
Tony crossed his arms on his chest and frowned as he looked at the strange painter.
Although he didn't know Pickman, since Victor brought this guy here, there must be a good reason.
"Has this happened before?" Tony kept stirring the coffee in his hand with a spoon.
The madmen in the club were controlled by the police officers who arrived afterwards. At least ten people died in the riot, and other spectators were also driven mad for life and had no choice but to be sent to a mental hospital.
Later, the identities of the audience members were exposed one after another, and the den of the Clown Club was sealed. This can be said to be a huge scandal in Sanfran's upper class society.
It can be said that Pickman single-handedly ruined the Hat Master's business.
But how did he do it?
"No!" Faced with Tony's question, Pickman shook his head wildly, "I know my paintings are very penetrating, bizarre, and uncomfortable, but... no one has ever become crazy because of them!"
Without definite evidence, the police station could not arrest Pickman, and the Police Bureau did not take coercive measures against Pickman because of Victor's order.
Therefore, even when interrogating a suspect, the two parties seemed to be chatting, making coffee and discussing around the heater in the conference room of the Police Bureau building.
"Where did that painting go?" Tony asked him again.
Pickman shook his head: "After the riot, I ran for my life and left it in the club."
Victor glanced at Tony, and Tony shook his head, which meant that the people who went to search later did not find the painting.
"Recall, is there any difference between that painting and the ones you usually draw?" Victor walked around behind Pickman, his voice low, invisibly putting pressure on him.
Although Pickman was not shackled, he knew that he was in the police station, so he was actually quite nervous inside, so he answered everything he knew.
He thought for a while and immediately answered: "I actually prepared something to draw early in the morning. The inspiration comes from... from the chaotic scenes I see from time to time. If there is anything different... it is,
The noise from the audience at that time made me extremely uneasy."
"Huh?" Tony made a nasal sound.
"So...the colors are a little heavier in some places, and the lines are a little more exaggerated, that's all..."
Feeling like he couldn't find anything useful to ask, Victor touched his forehead and shook his head.
There must be some kind of power hidden in this guy Pickman. Even he himself can't tell whether it is an invisible technique or not.
Logically speaking, all seers will know that they are seers. Even a novice like Abigail will understand that he is a seer soon after gaining power.
And this Mr. Pickman... killed more than ten people in one move, and he still doesn't understand what happened.
There should be no way to figure it out in a short time.
Victor was going to make a suggestion and put Pickman under house arrest in the Inspection Bureau first, but just as he was about to speak, a long-lost call suddenly appeared!
"Mr. Yi..."
Victor slapped his hand, and the white cup fell to the ground, smashing it into pieces.
Adolf...
He frowned, then turned to look at the other three people.
"Sorry, my hands were shaking." He said, looking at his trouser legs again, "My trousers are wet, I have to clean them up. If you excuse me, gentlemen, please continue chatting with this painter for a while.
"
After saying that, he left the conference room without looking back.
Li Anlong, who was reading a book, raised his head and glanced at Victor's back, with a faint smile on his lips.
…
He found the bathroom on this floor. After entering, Victor locked the door without thinking, then took out the key and went to see Adolf.
It had been a long time since he had entered a Taoist temple. Whether it was an illusion or not, he felt that the ten futons were all covered with a layer of dust.
Putting on the yellow clothes, Victor suddenly had a strange feeling, as if this clothes had been waiting for him.
Tapping Adolf's spiritual tablet, he pulled him to the door of the Taoist temple.
Adolf still looks slovenly, wearing a tattered cowboy hat and an old coat.
"Long time no see, Mr. Gold Digger..."
…
Back to one day ago, in the wilderness of the eastern region, two escorts were walking among the corpses, strolling leisurely.
I don’t know which batch they are in. This group of bounty hunters took off the reward notices everywhere and followed them, vowing to take the heads of wanted criminals.
But the result was that they lost their heads.
"That's enough..." The Sarson walking behind took off his cowboy hat, revealing his messy long hair and a dry cheek.
Adolf, with a slovenly beard, walked in front, taking a deep breath of the smell of death in the air.
"That's enough for a long time. Yesterday, I completed the transformation of the path rules, committed unjust things, and ignited the rock into fire. I have achieved the Secret of Fire III - Conspirator."
Behind the two of them was a sneaky young man, Kino Lavras, who was looking at the corpses on the ground and swallowing saliva, but he didn't know if he had already eaten, so he didn't take any action.
"So, when can we stop being hunted?" He said hesitantly, "Well... although this will bring me a steady stream of food, over time, we may be watched by people from the Inspection Bureau.