"Today's exhibition ends here, welcome to come again next time!"

Angelira smiled a little stiffly and sent off the last wave of tourists. Finally, she breathed a sigh of relief, patted her cheek, and said to herself: "Damn... I'm really fed up with this stupid job, and that damn rule. What does it mean to smile with eight teeth mean the most formal and friendly? Go hell... The problems of those tourists are really stupid and ignorant, but I can only tell lies. If it weren't for the reward of one silver sir for seven days, I would have..."

While muttering and complaining, she changed out of the work uniform and walked out of the exhibition hall. She found a coffee shop in a familiar way. After a moment, she came out with a paper bag, which contained two long breads, exuding a creamy aroma.

After returning to her apartment, Angelina hummed a little tune and lit the stove, started stewing coffee, and frying two slices of bacon. The crispy and golden bacon has a strong aroma, and eating it in bread is a supreme enjoyment.

If you mix a plate of vegetable salad, I'm afraid that this is the case in the gods' paradise, right?

No! Angelira, you still have thirty Golden Punk mortgages that have not been paid off yet, so you can't be so luxurious...

Angelella suppressed the idea of ​​making another dish, quickly eliminated the dinner, and brought coffee to the bedroom.

The decorations around are very simple, with only an oil painting hanging on the wall, and various colorful lines form an abstract and twisted eye. The color around them is dark, making this eye stand out even more.

In the lower right of the oil painting, a flower signature represents that it is written by Vincent.

And if you find an appraiser to appraise, you can find that it is definitely the original!

"If I could sell it... although it is not as good as Dreamy, there will always be one thousand gold punks? At that time... I don't have to worry about any mortgage, I can just move into the villa..."

Angelina stared at the huge eye and smiled bitterly.

This oil painting is her nightmare! A nightmare that cannot be escaped! No matter how it is destroyed or discarded, it will always appear on the head of her bed the next day.

even……

Angelina stared at the hazy twisted eyes.

This eye seemed to have a unique change tonight. It seemed to have come alive and suddenly blinked.

Gulu! Gulu!

A large amount of blood immediately flowed out of the pupils, and the overwhelming scarlet color drowned Angelira.

“…”

Angelira gritted her teeth, and the scene was hazy.

In this state, she seemed to see a long team of cars entering Kimbert City and stopping in front of a villa.

A wealthy businessman with a big belly and a wig got off the car, and a girl with a parasol next to him was ordering the housekeeper and the male servants to carry furniture.

Finally, an oil painting was placed on the wall of the villa study.

The oil painting depicts a starry sky at night, but it is full of twisted images, extremely abstract and indescribable charm.

Bang!

The coffee cup dropped, making a muffled sound.

Angelella didn't care about the overflowing coffee, but looked at the hazy eye oil painting that had no change at all, and murmured in a low voice: "That's... dreamy! It was taken to Kimbert City!"

...

At the same time, inside the villa, a girl in pajamas was tossing and turning.

If Angelina was here, she could find that this girl was the daughter of a wealthy businessman she saw in her hallucination.

"Why did Dad come to Kimbert City? This decision is really abrupt!"

The girl muttered in depressingly: "I still miss my former bedroom and my friends... But since I bought that oil painting, my father has become so strange..."

Her father, Robert, is a well-known rubber businessman, started out as a workshop that was about to die and seized several opportunities accurately. Now he has developed into a large company with thousands of employees.

After its development, the rubber businessman was full of desire to enter the class. In order not to become a so-called nouveau riche, he once invited several extremely strict tutors to teach girls' etiquette, and also collected various works of art to enrich his collection.

Moreover, after hearing the legend of Vincent and collecting several so-called "no luck paintings" by the other party, he became more interested in him and spent a lot of money to buy dreams.

"Although such antiques of bad luck are crazyly sought after by some nobles, there are also bad rumors that have circulated..."

The girl thought worriedly: "Although the previous few pictures are fine, there must be something wrong with 'dream'!"

Thinking of this, she secretly got out of bed and walked to the edge of the study.

A few times before, through a small adventure, she already knew that her father was obsessed with dreams to a level of madness, and often watched paintings until midnight.

This time, he moved his residence to Kimbert City even more with a strong opposition.

"There is definitely a secret here!"

The girl became a little more courageous and secretly came to the edge of the study.

Rust! Hiss!

All kinds of low and noisy sounds came, making her dizzy.

In a trance, scarlet blood, like a carpet, continued to expand outward from the crack of the door.

"ah!"

The girl screamed and hurriedly stepped back.

With the orange lights, she immediately saw...

...

"The sun is bright and the breeze is gentle!"

Nietzsche narrowed his eyes comfortably and enjoyed the warm breeze that was swelling.

Since joining the Kimbert branch of the Federal Investigation Office and becoming an outside informant, he feels that his luck is inexplicably getting better.

Not only did he receive three Yinsel's allowances every month, but in order to collect information, Shangguan Hannibal found him a job to deliver newspaper boys.

Although the salary is meager, as long as you support one person, your life will be much better than before. The most important thing is that it is convenient to do many things with a certificate of identity.

He also rented a house to live in, and his living conditions have improved greatly.

Therefore, Nietzsche is full of gratitude for this job.

"Ri'an, Mr. Hannibal! Are you going out?"

When he entered the branch, he happened to see that the boss, Hannibal, who usually likes to cook by himself, was putting on a coat and dressing up as if he was about to go out.

"Nietzsche! You're here just in time. Come with me and investigate a case together!"

Hannibal said gently.

"Oh well!"

Nietzsche hurriedly followed and the two got into a black car.

"Sir...what happened?" Nietzsche was a little excited.

"Don't worry, it's definitely not the last time the ghoul nest..." Hannibal showed a charming smile with a male smile: "Otherwise, the second-level investigator in charge of the region would not come here in person... Most of the things we have to do are just to evaluate whether something is affected by extraordinary factors and whether it needs to be 'handled'... Although you are only an external member, if you want to successfully become a regular, it is very beneficial to do more exercises like this!"

"Thank you, Mr. Hannibal!"

Nietzsche was almost bursting into tears. He never felt that someone would be so kind to him. He couldn't help but think of someone again: "How is that Miss Vivian?"

Since the case of the ghoul was solved, Vivian has mysteriously disappeared within a few days, and even Nietzsche was called over and asked several times.

He was very confused about this, and there was a hint of sadness.

In any case, that upright intern inspector is always worthy of respect and much better than some hateful black-hearted shopkeeper.

Nietzsche couldn't help but think of Simon and Andy again.

After Simon became an extraordinary person, he was pulled away by Ryan. It is said that he would go to receive some "training". After graduation, he is likely to return to work in Kimbert.

Andy's store manager still runs a tepid grocery store and claims to have a Vincent's masterpiece. In this regard, Nietzsche strongly suspects that he just found a fake painting to deceive the unlucky guy, and he will definitely not be fooled again.

"I still haven't found it... It's a pity that she is qualified to become a formal employee..." Hannibal sighed.

"It's really strange..." Nietzsche secretly remembered it in his heart, and thought of today's mission: "What do you need me to do this time?"

"Don't be nervous, we're just going to investigate..." Hannibal smiled and said, "The daughter of a wealthy businessman is missing, and his servant seems to have seen something amazing..."

While speaking, the car was parked in front of a grand villa. Hannibal tidied up his collar and went forward to knock on the door himself.

"You are..."

A male servant opened the gap in the road, feeling a little frightened and confused.

"We are investigators at Watson Insurance Company. I heard that a safety accident occurred in the noble house, so I came to investigate it!" Hannibal smiled and handed over a business card.

With the means of the Federal Investigation Agency, there are many such fake identities and can stand the examination completely.

Therefore, after a moment, the two were invited to the study.

Robert's face was pale at this time, with bloodshot eyes: "Oh! My Nikita! My baby... She suddenly disappeared. At this time, what I needed was not the investigator of the insurance company, but the detective and the police officer!"

"Sorry!" Hannibal took off his hat and saluted: "Just based on intelligence, a servant testified that a painting of your daughter was swallowed by...? As a company that underwriting this villa, I need to check its safety again in case there is a secret door in its wall..."

Without waiting for Robert to answer, he came to the oil painting on his own and exclaimed: "Is this the work of Master Vincent - dreamy? It is said that he depicts the picture of the starry sky in his dream, but other people always have different interpretations... I am more inclined to express the inner world..."

"Vincent's painting..." Nietzsche became even more energetic and stared at the painting without blinking.

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