"Thank you very much, Mr. Amis. Come... take a look at the painting I drew for you."
Amos's warm and confident voice suddenly sounded next to Jiu'er.
The homeless man was suddenly startled, raised his head and looked around.
But he found that Amos had appeared behind him at some point... and was stuffing the painting back into its original position.
He had covered other parts of the painting with red cloth. Only this small area was exposed for Jiu'er to see in person.
Jiu'er took a closer look and found that Amos had not included the prop shelf.
I saw a homeless man with messy hair and shabby clothes. One hand was leaning forward, and the other timidly curled up under his ribs. His eyebrows were mixed with confusion and cruelty, and his ribs were shriveled and sunken.
His hunger and malnutrition can be seen in his abdomen.
He just stood there with a hunched body... It reminded people of a hungry wolf standing upright.
His eyes look green!
Jiu'er looked at him holding the painting, as if he was about to step out of the painting at the next moment... Although theoretically the painting was of herself, she couldn't help but feel a sense of fear.
She even seemed to see the eyes of the homeless man in the painting move slightly!
It felt like walking alone in a dark alley and suddenly noticing a strange man following behind you through the shadow cast by a streetlight.
It's not that I'm afraid of ghosts.
——But afraid of people.
For no reason, Jiu'er suddenly felt fear in his heart——
I almost screamed out in surprise.
But she still used her last bit of reason to force it back.
Jiu'er just smiled awkwardly: "I don't know why, but I'm always a little...a little scared..."
"That's right, Mr. Amis."
Amos smiled confidently: "I want this feeling. Your paintings will be placed together with other people's paintings... This is a set of paintings. I use it to express homeless people like you."
people’s hunger and helplessness. Presumably this will also call on people to pay more attention to the rights of homeless people... and it will definitely be more helpful to your future life."
——Where is this hunger and helplessness?
This is clearly terrifying, evil and untrustworthy!
I almost spit out the wine.
But she thought about it carefully and realized that she was not Amis anyway, so there was no need to argue with Amos...
"...Yes, you are right."
Jiu'er lowered his head in humiliation and made a sound like a slave: "This is indeed an outstanding masterpiece..."
Even though he kept shouting, what he typed on the keyboard was still "Sorry, my, my, my, my".
This is probably humble.
Amos was obviously very satisfied with the answer.
He asked Jiu'er: "Would you like to give it a try... and look at this set of paintings at the same time? The paintings you looked at before were always missing a part and could not fully express the emotions I wanted to express in this set of paintings."
.And your painting is the last one among these eighteen paintings."
"...Nothing can happen."
This hurts the body.
Jiuer immediately refused.
Her instincts were just going crazy.
Jiu'er's keen intuition told her that if she really saw the complete painting "The Banquet of the Hungry", she might die here directly, or she might even go crazy...
She suddenly remembered something.
She respectfully asked: "Master... Excuse me, what time is it now?"
"Well……"
Amos looked up at the clock in the room and pointed with his chin: "It's five ten in the afternoon. Are you hungry?"
"Shall I prepare something to eat for you?"
He said this to the three homeless men in white clothes next to him.
Then Amos smiled at Jiu'er and replied, "How about you take a shower first? The bathroom is over there - there are clean clothes in it."
After that, he left without waiting for Jiu'er's reply.
"babble……"
Jiuer smacked his lips in disgust.
Do you really want her to take a shower?
Wash this dirty, smelly homeless man's body?
Even the barrage expressed that they did not want to see it:
"——Farewell, farewell."
"——When you finish smoking, remember to post a notification!"
"——It's a pity. If the video here can be released outside, I want to record a video of female anchor Jiu Niang Yuanzi taking a bath and post it online. When they open it, they will find that it is an old homeless man.
360-degree movable 4k ultra-clear video of rubbing dead skin..."
"——I called the police from above!"
"——Who are you, that pervert above? Come forward! Don't just post barrages without making a sound! If you have the guts, go to the forum and post a post!"
Don't wait for the wine to be entangled in the same place.
The three homeless men in white robes observed Amos leaving and quickly ran to Jiu'er.
"Uncle Amys! Why are you here too!"
The one who spoke was the youngest of the three.
Of course... he is said to be the youngest, but he already looks like he is in his twenties or thirties.
"——Absolutely, can we still meet an acquaintance?"
"——It's normal. These are all homeless people from Frozen Water Port. This place is not big to begin with, so it's normal for them to know each other..."
Jiu'er was silent for a while and didn't reply - of course she couldn't reply because she didn't know the man's name at all. At this time, the oldest man nervously grabbed the homeless man "Amis"
" shoulder, lowered his voice and asked: "Do you feel something is wrong?
"Did you just... feel like you couldn't move your body at all?"
"...you have one too?"
Jiu'er was suddenly shocked.
She thought she had entered cg just now.
Didn't you expect that other people feel this way?
"...I feel something is wrong."
The old man had a straight face and advised in a low voice: "Don't eat tonight...don't eat too much. Remember to stay awake and don't sleep to death."
He originally wanted to say "don't eat it".
But he hesitated and changed it to "Don't eat too much."
Because he also clearly understands Amis’s dilemma...
They haven't had a full meal for a long time.
If someone told them openly and directly, give them three days of good food and drink, and then let them die. Maybe some homeless people would agree after hesitating for a long time...
After all, they are all "useless people".
But the youngest homeless man didn't care at all: "Why are you being cowardly? I've been here for three days, and I haven't had much to eat or drink. I'm leaving now... Look
Did something happen to me?
"You are quite old, but your courage is quite small... Let me ask you, if Master Amos really wants to do harm to us, do you think we can escape? Or can the police believe it after we get out?
"Do you think it's the lives of us people that are cheap, or the Master's?"
The young man's words were very annoying.
But because what he said is really true, it is difficult to refute...
After a brief sinking, the last person said: "What Abo said is that we should be more cautious."
This is a homeless man who looks to be in his forties or fifties, with a haggard face. His accent is a bit strange, and he sounds like a foreigner.
He is the one with the most normal face among the four people, including Amis. After changing into white pajamas, he does not look like a homeless man, but like a very tired clerical worker
.
The young man shook his head disapprovingly.
"It's only three days in total, you can do whatever you want...Forget it, I'm going to the bathroom. Uncle Amys, don't take them too seriously..."
He said and left the room first.
Going to the toilet is fake, but not wanting to chat with these three people is real.
Jiu'er was also a little surprised.
This young man's behavior doesn't look like a tramp...
In other words, strictly speaking, the four people present don't look like homeless people.
Jiu'er was silent for a while, then he asked tentatively in a low voice:
"As of now, we can only work together...
"Tell me, what are your identities? Don't lie to me... everyone should have figured it out."
After Jiu'er said this, there was a sudden silence.
The middle-aged man spoke slowly: "What you said is...then let's start with me.
"——I am... a murderer."
When the old man heard this, he was suddenly stunned.
He looked up at the middle-aged man and then at Jiu'er.
After a long silence, he also spoke: "I... was once a murderer."