Ring Game [Unlimited]

Qi Zefeng looked at Mr. Jess and sighed, "If the painter hadn't met David, maybe he wouldn't have been someone else's shadow for the rest of his life."

"Mr. David spent ten years creating a shadow, but this shadow lived for the rest of his life for Mr. David." Liu Xiaoqing also frowned.

This is the first time they have seen a copy of the NPC so tightly.

Why should all the mistakes be blamed on Teacher David?Mr. Jess met David at the age of 27, already a mature enough adult.

Fu Xing doesn't believe that an adult can be willing to be controlled by one person for ten years.

And ten years later, no changes have been made.

Ten years of non-stop practice and imitation.

Ten years later, David is dead and he can be himself.

But Mr. Jess didn't.

On the contrary, Mr. Jess is going deeper and deeper on the road of imitation.

He said he was not doing it for fame and fortune, so why did he take the initiative to contact the nobles?

Let them visit the castle and make yourself a... a collector?

He donated all the money he earned, not just to let the world remember him, right?It is to kill two birds with one stone, to complete some kind of inheritance of one's own family.

Tsk, Mr. Mingjiesi hates those people who seek profit so much, but he has become someone he doesn't want to be in another sense.

The more Fu Xing thought about it, the more ridiculous he felt. What else did he say, hoping that he could become the person he wanted to be? Isn't this a pure joke.

Fu Xing babbled and shook his head: "Mr. Jess chose all of this himself. Although he has something to do with Mr. David, after Mr. David's death, Mr. Jess has no reason to go on."

Fu Xing muttered in a low voice: "Please listen to the story rationally, and don't kidnap Mr. Wang morally, okay? He didn't even have a whole body for burial."

His eyes fell on David's dry head. After all, the most pitiful person should be Mr. David.

In his twilight years, David opened a painting materials store and met Mr. Jess who was at a low point in his life.

During the sporadic conversation, the two hit it off immediately, and found that neither of them could understand the status quo of contemporary art.

Even with a 40-year age gap, they are still like-minded friends.

He supported him for ten years and accompanied him through the most difficult ten years of his life.

Later, he died of illness, and even his head was cut off by his friend Jess. On the grounds of "wanting Jess to witness success", he dried his head and hid it in the stone statue of David.

Later, Mr. Jess used David's circle and transformed it into his own circle.

Fu Xing really couldn't sympathize with Mr. Jess at all.

David's death was a turning point in Mr. Jess' life, but he didn't grasp it and continued on his way to darkness.

No one complains about this, he chose all of this himself! !

Mr. Jess said he was taking revenge, he was taking revenge on the society.

He said he was going to fool everyone with his paintings.

In these paintings, he gradually lost himself, he even felt.

He is Da Vinci.

He is Mondrian.

He is Bran Lang.

But every time he signed a painting, he would collapse again and again.

Obviously...it was clearly drawn by himself, but he had to write someone else's name on it.

In the years after David's death, he often broke down, and almost every day was in tears.

Later, because of the appearance of a young woman, they fell in love, and Mr. Jess was about to come out of the haze.

No woman broke into Mr. Jess's studio.

His secret was discovered, and his secret of forging paintings was discovered. Except for Teacher David, she is the only person in the world who knows this secret.

It was also the first time she had seen Jess, who was clearly dressed in a suit and leather shoes, but also looked unkempt. The woman saw him standing in front of the frame, painting the painting "Starry Moon Night".

She covered her mouth helplessly, unable to speak, she was so scared that she wanted to run away.

But...but he was caught by the mad Mr. Jess, and his feet were cut off abruptly.

Mr. Jess said he loved her, said he did it to keep her with him forever, he said she couldn't live without her.

And this woman was the housekeeper - Ms. Bai.

Fu Xing finally understood why the woman always had a fake smile on her face, and the "da da" sound might not be the sound of high heels, but... the knocking of prosthetic limbs and the floor.

Mr. Jess imprisoned her in this old castle, and did not allow Ms. Bai to go out, let alone tell this secret.

Liu Xiaoqing suddenly understood why Ms. Bai didn't pick up those enveloped letters in person.

Ms. Bai is providing clues to Liu Xiaoqing.

She was imprisoned in the castle, so there were so many letters in the mailbox.

Tsk, Mr. Jess is really... unscrupulous in order to protect all of this! ! !

Mr. Jess' autobiography ends.

The players were also silent.

The dungeon will basically end here, right?

Everyone is a little tired.

Fu Xing looked up at Mr. Jess, then there was only one last question left.

"What about the IOU? How to explain the IOU?"

"IOU...! It's not because of you! Mr. Fu, if it wasn't for your titanium dioxide pigment, how could my painting be exposed?"

"For so many years, I have hidden it so well. Why do you want to expose me?"

Fu Xing sneered, what he despises the most is this kind of complaining person.

"I didn't force you. You obviously used the titanium dioxide without permission. You can push it away now. I have a good temper, but I won't spoil you!" Fu Xing got up and said condescendingly Keep your eyes down.

"Many people have given you a choice, Mr. David, Ms. Bai, and every guest who came, including me, you took my paint. Mr. Jess, I don't believe you will come here Haven't regretted it."

There was a dead silence again, no one spoke, and even the sound of everyone's breathing slowed down.

"Da da--"

"Da da--"

Ms. Bai actually walked towards Mr. Jess step by step.

She squatted down with some difficulty, and her pale hand, like a plaster statue, tightly held Mr. Jess's hand.

It is not difficult to imagine what those legs look like under the layer after layer of skirts.

When Ms. Bai spoke, her voice was almost hoarse, as if she could not speak out after crying for a long time.

"Jess, draw a portrait of me."

"You don't have to imitate anyone, I hope you can be yourself this time."

"My Mr. Painter."

Ms. Bai retreated gracefully and bowed.

Mr. Jess set up the drawing board, picked up the paint given by Fu Xing, and took a deep breath.

The paintbrush rustled across the canvas.

Ms. Bai sat gracefully on the balcony, against the light.

The window was slightly open, and light blue butterflies flew over attracted by the flowers on the window sill.

This is the first time in decades that the castle is alive.

It was exactly the same color as Mr. David's eyes.

Jess's emotions were a little out of control. He waved the brush with tears in his eyes, but every stroke was cautious and just right.

The woman in the painting seems to be smiling.

Gently.

happy.

[System notification: The B-level dungeon "Paranoid Artist" has been completed. 】

[The author has something to say: The dungeon is officially over!

You are paranoid, you are crazy, you are worried about Mr. David, and you have spent your whole life for this unfair art circle.

You can obviously be a great painter.

But because of your so-called persistence, you lied to everyone and imprisoned those who love you.

Finally, you are finally willing to face yourself.

Goodbye my Mr. Jess. 】