"Allen, your clothes are so old."
Coleman touched the fine fabric, but said unforgivingly, "Are you poor?"
The person called Allen is a tall, skinny man.
Protruding cheekbones, sunken eye sockets, green eyes darting around in the eye sockets.
When he heard Coleman's words, he slowly straightened his back a little, turned his head, and his dull eyes regained focus.
The hoarse voice was like a broken bellows, sharp and unpleasant. "Then put it there."
Coleman turned around, looked at the person holding the paintbrush, and curled his lips. "To be honest, there is no need for us to be so far away from the world."
He didn't know when this person figured it out.
Started to hate everything related to living people.
In order to avoid "living popularity", he would rather go to this island of the dead and spend the rest of his life.
If this guy hadn't refused to give up the art he had always pursued, maybe Coleman would have lost contact with this 'friend' forever.
Allen coughed, picked up an unopened dye cup, tore off the sticker that had just been applied, and drank it in one gulp.
The bright red flowed down the corner of his mouth and was hidden in the black shirt.
After moistening his throat, his voice was obviously much better, at least smoother. "Disgusting."
Everything about living people made him feel sick, including himself.
Coleman turned his head and curled his lips. "What about me?"
Allen did not stop what he was doing and said casually, "You are not a human being, let alone a 'living person'."
Turning his head, he put down the brush and looked at Coleman: "You are a monster."
Saying that, he rushed forward in a flash and got close to Coleman.
The bone-like hand stroked Coleman's face and slowly came closer to his eyes.
The crimson red lotus is like the rolling waves.
Allen grinned. "I like it very much."
Coleman smiled half-heartedly and knocked off his hand, "If you are lucky enough to see my body before my brother when I die, I allow you to dig it out and collect it."
Upon hearing this, Allen lost interest and moved his body back. "Forget it, I don't think I can beat Illumi."
"Moreover." Allen's eyes were as green as crows and full of evil. "I don't think you will leave a body behind when you die."
After changing clothes, Coleman adjusted the buttons and dusted his shirt. "That's not true. Death is like a summer flower, of course it must be extremely gorgeous."
He opened another closet, which was filled with suit jackets.
Coleman had a critical eye and looked for a long time without finding the one he liked. He shrugged. "My dear, your aesthetics really need to improve."
Allen tidying up the table. "Why do you have to force yourself to be the same as a living person? Baby, people need someone of the opposite sex."
Sameness will only bring aesthetic fatigue.
Sometimes, strange outfits can make people's eyes shine, right?
"Okay, I think what you said makes sense." There is no point in arguing. Coleman has always respected the diversity of human beings.
Even if this human being thinks that he does not quite belong to the category of 'human'.
But it is enough to belong here at Coleman.
Allen was doing the final touches on the work. Hearing Coleman's words, he raised his eyebrows.
It's really strange that a gangster didn't go online today.
"What's your 'sober-minded' intelligence dealer doing lately?"
"Manster? He is planning a 'massacre'."
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Coleman adjusted the distance between the straps, raised his head, and looked at Allen who was wiping his hands. "Together? I promise, this will be very interesting."
One hundred thousand people were buried together.
How interesting!
Allen walked up to Coleman and patted him on the shoulder. "Perhaps, you can explain it in detail."
As an artist, Coleman naturally doesn't mind sharing this artistic creation with other artists, so he and Allen walked outside and chatted.
The moonlight fell from the window, illuminating a corner of the room.
The bright light reflects on the painting board, beautiful and holy.
In this pitch-black night, I could vaguely see that there seemed to be a completed scroll on the drawing board.
Blood moon, castle, dungeon.
Fence, withered hands.
Bones, carrion.
and large areas of bloody flesh.
Each head is engraved with the despair and ferocity of his life.
The torn fractures and clearly visible blood vessels.
There is a mixture of black and red everywhere.
And densely packed with white like ant nests poured into cement.
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