Minors are not allowed to enter

On the other side of the city, in a quiet office, a middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa frowning, taking a deep breath of a cigarette.

"waste!"

He looked to be in his thirties, with a rosy complexion and bright eyes, but the deeply furrowed brows accentuated his sense of age, making it difficult to guess the exact age for a while.His eyes fell outside the window, where the golden sunlight spread all over the earth, illuminating the entire steel jungle, and he didn't know where he was looking.

A young woman in business attire stands beside him respectfully.

The room was filled with smoke, and the smell was pungent and unpleasant. After smelling it for a long time, it also caused chest tightness and shortness of breath. The woman frowned in disgust at an angle that the man could not see, and then quickly let go.

"Who found out who was in the way?"

The woman whispered: "The owner of a studio in the commercial street of the Higher Education District, I haven't seen him before, I don't know how I got to know that woman these days."

"No other background?"

"I heard that he is an orphan. Apart from getting acquainted with his neighbors, no one has even spoken to him; he doesn't go out on weekdays. When he goes out, he just buys something in the commercial street. I contacted one who went to the studio to buy. The customer who painted, the other party said that the boss paints well, the studio is not big, it looks very ordinary, there is nothing else other than that.”

The middle-aged man seemed a little unacceptable: "You mean an ordinary person you just met, who helped that woman block an electric car?"

He puts the accent on the word "ordinary people".

The female assistant murmured: "It sounds unbelievable, but it seems to be the case at present. Boss, since that trash didn't hit anyone... In fact, we can have another plan."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at her.

A strange smile suddenly appeared on the young and beautiful face of the female assistant.

"We can... like this."

She bent down and whispered in her ear.

"You want me to go in person?" The middle-aged man frowned.

"Boss," the female assistant said with a smile, "'I can't bear the child, I can't get the wolf'. Besides, the longer this matter is delayed, the worse it is. We don't have much choice now. Do you think this is the truth?"

Her voice was low and slow, and for no reason it reminded people of rising smoke.

Like Buddha's voice.

"Tsk, then do as you say." The middle-aged man waved his hand irritably, stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, got up and strode out of the office.

It wasn't until the person completely disappeared at the door that the female assistant narrowed her eyes and murmured: "What are you afraid of now? Oh, anyway, you have already 'give up' the child, haven't you?"

……

Two hours later, the black Buick parked in an underground parking lot near Jiannan Community.

"Can what you said really work?" The middle-aged man stopped the car, still a little puzzled, "The sun is so bright today..."

"Mr. Cheng, we have specific goals." The female assistant smiled kindly, "If midnight comes, when the yin is in full swing, there may be wandering spirits that stray into it. It fell short.”

"Is this time really okay? And in case someone sees..."

The female assistant stopped talking, just looked at him and smiled.

"Okay, okay." That "Boss Cheng" spread his hands, and said, "I don't understand these things, you are the master and apprentice, and I will do as you say!"

Anyway, up to now, he really didn't have much choice.

The two got out of the car, Mr. Cheng opened the trunk, took out a [-]cm travel insulated bag from it, carried it on his shoulders, and walked out of the parking lot with the female assistant.

They were going in the direction of Jiannan Community.

The demolition of this old-fashioned community hidden in the middle of high-rise buildings has never been successful due to various reasons, and it still looks like it did many years ago.

At noon, beside the stone tables and benches in the community, there was a row of old people who were obsessed with playing chess and dancing. They left small wicker chairs, but they were all gone, probably because they went home to escape the summer heat.The two walked in aggressively, but didn't meet even a single resident on the way.

The female assistant clearly saw that Mr. Cheng's tense shoulders relaxed.

She gave a contemptuous smile behind her back.

Some people have done something wrong, but they imagine that no one will know... How could such a good thing happen in the world?

But for her, such a person is the easiest to control, so although she disdains it, she never shows it in front of men.

They turned a corner and reached a place out of sight of the gate of the community. Mr. Cheng took off the insulation bag and looked up at the windows of the surrounding residential buildings.

At first glance there is no one.

He breathed a sigh of relief, opened the insulation bag, and took out a sealed plastic jar from it.

It turned out to be a jar full of blood!

As soon as the lid was opened, the smell of blood came to the nostrils. Mr. Cheng frowned and urged in a low voice: "Quick!"

The female assistant seemed to accept these things well, she didn't even move a single eyelash, picked up a small container to scoop out the fresh blood in the jar, and sprinkled it to some hidden corners.

The sun moves westward little by little.

It took them four 10 minutes.

Seeing that the arrangement was almost done, the middle-aged man straightened his wrinkled suit and handed over the almost empty thermal bag to the female assistant.

"Go back to the car and wait, I'll go up and hold her back."

The female assistant nodded, and Mr. Cheng walked into the unit building that he hadn't set foot in for a long time, and went straight to the third floor.

The more he went up, he felt that the air in the corridor smelled better. It was an indescribable feeling, as if he had entered the primeval jungle and breathed the cleanest oxygen. The pores are dilated and trembling.

This feeling is too wonderful, which stimulated his nerves.

"Yes," he thought, "that's it, that's how it feels."

He did so many things just for this reason, and she and he...should be happy for him too, right?

Mr. Cheng walked to the door of 302 and knocked on the familiar yet unfamiliar rusty door.

Bang Bang.

……

Bang Bang.

"Who?"

There was the sound of talking in the room, followed by the sound of slippers rubbing against the ground.

The door creaked open—

"Who..." Gan Qiuli stopped suddenly, and the sleepiness in her eyes disappeared. She froze for a while, then turned cold, "It's you? What are you doing here, you are not welcome here."

"What are you talking about, Qiuli, after all, I still have half of this house." Mr. Cheng smiled, "Can't I come back and take a look? Besides, if you don't welcome me, I can always see my son, right?"

When mentioning her son, Gan Qiuli's eyes froze suddenly, and then her expression gradually became distorted.

It was as if she had forgotten the fact that her son was gone, and it was only when she was reminded face to face that she realized that she was the only one left in the family without knowing it.

"Son... son is not here... no, no, son, he... where did he go?"

She shook her head in panic and backed away subconsciously.

The man interrupted her, showing a gentle smile: "Don't you remember where your son is? Open the door quickly and let me in."

……

Jing Xuan, leaning against the wall with his arms around his chest to rest his mind, suddenly opened his eyes without warning.

He raised his head and frowned: "Xie Ran."

"Huh?" Xie Ran was still concentrating on modifying the painting without moving.

Jing Xuan: "Stop drawing, look at the kid."

Xie Ran turned his head blankly, waited to see the scene in front of him clearly, his hand tilted, and the brush stained with paint poked on the oil painting he had revised for several days.

Cheng Cheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground watching Xie Ran's painting, did not know when a trace of substantial black air rose from his body, and the black air danced happily. If it weren't for the blue fire on his body, the whole person would probably have died. Buried by resentment.

"What's going on?" Xie Ran dropped his pen, and suppressed Cheng Cheng's limbs with four clusters of flames, "Why is he suddenly angry?"

Can looking at paintings also stimulate him?