The art studio

Sifang Street is located near Yangdu's famous attractions and is part of the old city. Splendid Eastern Community is also very old, with no building over six floors and equipped with elevators.

Lumian followed Anderson and turned to the building closest to the entrance of the community.

As he went up the stairs, he couldn't help but raise his right hand and pinch his nose.

There are many strong smells here.

Anderson turned sideways and laughed:

"The whole building is being renovated."

At some point, two balls of White Paper were stuffed into his nostrils.

"Why are they all renovating?" Lumian did not hide his doubts.

Anderson glanced at him and said with a smile, "This community is too old. Most of the owners have moved out and chose to rent out the vacant houses. Some people have rented all the rooms in this building and plan to..."

Having said this, Anderson paused, his smile became obvious in the dim corridor, and his voice became deeper:

"Planning to open a B&B Hotel."

"Cai Hua", right? That person is you, right? Lumian was mentally prepared for this, slightly frowning and said, "Isn't there another Art Studio in this building?"

"How can you say that you have rented all the rooms?"

Anderson tightened the white paper ball in his nostril:

"Is there a possibility that the person who opened that Art Studio is the person who rented the other rooms?

"The B&B he wants to open, Hotel, is adjacent to scenic spots, hidden in a community, and themed with paintings."

Lumian still pinched his nose, pretending to be suddenly enlightened and said, "That's it."

Because the smell of decoration in the corridor was too strong, the two did not slow down while talking, and soon reached the top floor, which was the sixth floor.

The doors of both households here are open, and there are brightly colored spray paintings on the wall facing the stairs. The core of the spray paintings are four words:

"Mute Art Studio"

"This name is quite special." Lumian commented sincerely.

By the time we get here, the decoration smell has faded away.

Anderson took off the white paper ball stuffed in his nostrils and explained seriously, "You draw with your hands, not your mouth. Mute represents Art Studio's expectations for the students: focus, quietness, and attentiveness."

"That's a great explanation." Lumian clapped his hands.

Anderson did not feel dissatisfied and said with a smile, "This is not my forced explanation, it was the master Art Studio who said it."

"I, Older Sister, once taught me dialectics, and I believe that no matter how bad a word is, you can always find a good side, do you think that's right?" Lumian asked with a smile.

Anderson nodded:

"If you think it's right, then it's right."

He led Lumian towards the door on the left.

Lumian was not in a hurry to go in. He stood at the door and looked at the living room, which was quite spacious.

This place has obviously undergone some renovations, and there are pictures of Oil Painting hanging on the walls:

There was darkness there, except for the slightly golden-red "Dawn" painted in the distance, the "Storm" with turbulent dark blue waves, the "Saint" with a large number of blurry figures walking in the wasteland, the ferocious "Monster" emerging from Seabed, and the "pirates" who were rescuing their own ships.

The painting "Pirates" suddenly reminded Lumian of the latest volume "Great Adventurer". He saw Vines growing out of those figures' heads, with watermelons forming on them, and milky white liquid was spraying everywhere on the deck.

Is this a restoration of Gehrman Sparrow's experience? Lumian was thoughtful and stared at Sea Monster, who looked like a giant leech with a mouthpart full of sharp teeth, for two seconds.

Anderson walked to the drawing board in the middle of the living room and turned around.

Lumian looked around and followed in slowly, and asked "confused": "Where is the owner of Art Studio?"

Anderson raised his right hand and pointed at himself.

"Are you the owner of Art Studio?" Lumian confirmed with "surprise".

Anderson nodded.

Lumian suddenly smiled:

"Why don't you speak? Is your throat suddenly hoarse? Has it become Mute?"

Anderson, wearing a black T-shirt, started signing.

Lumian watched for a long time without understanding what he was saying, and said thoughtfully, "I wonder if there is a sign language interpreter Mini Program..."

Anderson brought up Paintbrush, took a piece of White Paper from the side, and wrote something in dark red.

Unlike Lumian and others, he can write the common characters of Dream City.

Lumian looked at it intently and saw a paragraph written on White Paper:

"It's best not to talk in Art Studio and think of yourself as Mute."

Lumian raised his eyebrows, and before Future could speak, he saw Anderson adding a sentence in dark red Paint with a gloomy expression:

"You just spoke."

Lumian Suddenly I felt a little cold on the back of my neck, as if a cool breeze was blowing.

He didn't look back and didn't seem to feel anything.

Anderson wrote another paragraph, and the dark red color of Paint seemed to become a lot brighter:

"Do you know this man?"

After finishing writing, he turned the drawing board around so that the painting above appeared in front of Lumian's eyes.

The painting is of a Women, who is tall and has a thin face. Eyes is light blue and clear. His appearance is bright and majestic, with a strange sharpness.

This is Lumian himself.

It's his Women image!

Lumian smiled and answered Anderson's question:

"I don't know."

As his voice echoed, something cold and wet suddenly stuck behind him.

Lumian suddenly reached back and grabbed Burning Crimson Flames from his palm.

Flames Between the layers of compression, he saw what was attacking him.

That is the giant "leech" in "Monster" Oil Painting. Its pink to transparent body extends from the painting, and its mouthparts open to the maximum, capable of biting an adult's head.

Looking at the densely packed Pale White sharp teeth with Blood-Colored at the roots, Lumian directly slapped the ball in his hand Reddish-White Fireball up.

Boom!

Fireball exploded instantly, shrouding Sea Monster that emerged from the painting.

The Impact wave carrying Flames quickly swept around, igniting every painting, every drawing board, and every person here!

At this moment, the blue sea water surged out from the "Storm"Oil Painting, rushing into the room, drowning all Flames.

The figure of Lumian disappeared from the spot and appeared behind Mute Anderson.

His Eyes was completely black, reflecting a hint of Pale White.

Lumian clenched his right fist tightly and stabbed out, hitting Mute Anderson on the back.

With a rumbling explosion, this punch tore Anderson's flesh and blood, penetrated his body, and hit the Oil Painting with the image of Lumian Women and the drawing board.

Mute Anderson's body suddenly broke apart, quickly became thinner, and turned into a portrait with a huge gap.

This portrait painting, along with Oil Painting bearing the image of Lumian Women, were ignited by Crimson Flames, and completely turned into black and light ashes in just a few seconds.

And as Mute Anderson turned back into a painting, both the azure seawater pouring into the room and the Sea Monsters scrambling to get out disappeared all at once, leaving only the motionless Oil Paintings.

Lumian scanned around and found that the painting "Monster" was really missing a giant "leech". The floor of Art Studio was full of traces of water and shredded paper that had not been burned through.

It became extremely quiet here, and no living thing existed except Lumian himself.

Lumian then went through the two houses that made up Art Studio and found no other abnormalities.

Those paintings are no longer weird or mysterious.

He left here, went down the stairs, and saw the tenants in the community looking around in small groups.

They had just heard the sound of an explosion, but they could not find the source of the explosion, nor did they find any damage to any building in the community. They could only attribute it to a high-speed fighter jet flying from high altitude.

Lumian passed through them and returned to the entrance and exit of the community.

A figure suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The figure Blond Hair has blue eyes, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with his hands in his trouser pockets, as if he was watching the excitement.

Anderson!

Anderson·Hood!

Upon discovering Lumian, Anderson asked with a surprised look on his face, "You have arrived and have entered the community?"

Lumian smiled:

"I'm used to arriving early."

Anderson laughed:

"Me too."

When Lumian walked up to him, he smiled and asked, "Did you have fun just now?"

"I'm very happy." Lumian kept smiling and said meaningfully, "I want to do it again."

Anderson·Hood nodded slightly.

He was about to speak when he suddenly looked left and right.

"Let's wait until next time." Anderson withdrew his gaze and said with a smile, "Contact me at WeChat."

He raised his right palm holding the phone.

He didn't mention the visit to Art Studio, nor did he ask Lumian's friend if he was interested in signing up for classes. Lumian also didn't take the initiative to start the topic. He waved his hand and said, "Then I'll leave first."

"Goodbye." Anderson also waved.

Lumian passed this Tutoring Class Teacher and walked towards the roadside.

A gray car drove over and stopped in front of him.

Lumian opened the door, sat in, and said to Anthony in the driver's seat, "Go to Workers’ Road."

Anthony nodded and drove the vehicle into the river.

Franca, Rosanne and Zhou Mingrui made an appointment to have dinner at Workers’ Road tonight. There is a taro chicken hotpot there.

While the vehicle was driving, from the rear seat, the sound of chewing was constantly heard.

Workers’ Road, a taro chicken hotpot restaurant named "Yizhou Roast Chicken".

Franca and Rosanne arrived earlier, chose a seat by the window, and ordered chicken and taro, but did not order other dishes.

The two of them each ordered a bottle of iced soy milk. Zhou Mingrui didn't think there was anything wrong with choosing such a noisy, lively and not bourgeois place to eat.

What matters is whether it tastes good or not!

At almost 6:50, Zhou Mingrui wearing a black shirt walked in.

"This way, this way!" Rosanne waved his hand cheerfully.

Zhou Mingrui walked around other tables and came over. He sat down and said, "I have something more to do before I get off work."

"We made an appointment at seven o'clock." Rosanne didn't care at all. He pointed at Franca and said, "This is my neighbor and colleague Luo Fu."

Zhou Mingrui glanced at Franca, smiled and said, "We have met, let's order first."

Franca looked at the darker sky outside, and felt a little nervous.