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The story after Chapter 569 (4)
Although it was a bit embarrassing for the reporter and the novelist to celebrate Halloween like children at their age, since it was Grandpa Balk's wish, they were both willing to change their costumes.
only.........
The reporter's outfit is understandable, as she is just an ordinary little witch, but the novelist's...
"Aoife, are you some kind of bird-beaked medieval doctor?"
It’s no wonder the reporter said that. He was dressed like a novelist, and if he hadn’t just spoken, the reporter almost didn’t recognize him.
"I don't know either." The novelist said as he took off the bird-beak mask.
The novelist himself didn't know why he suddenly thought of dressing up like this. If he remembered correctly, it seemed to be because...
"I had a nightmare, and the monster I saw in my dream seemed to look like this, so when Grandpa Balk told us to dress up for Halloween, I subconsciously thought of this."
As the novelist spoke, he looked at the bird-beak mask in his hand. It seemed a bit ugly. (=_=)
Forget it.
The novelist threw the mask to the ground.
Anyway, the nightmare is over, everyone has left there, and this thing is no longer needed.
The novelist threw the mask on the ground, then ran over and caught up with the reporter and Crazy Eyes.
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"So, how's Uncle Jack in the other world?"
After all, he was the uncle she had grown up with. Inara was a little curious about how he was doing? Did he turn himself in?
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When the Ripper sat up from the bed and found himself back in the apartment, his first reaction was to turn himself in, but as soon as he stepped out the door, he noticed something was wrong.
It was early morning when he woke up, so there was a newspaper he had subscribed at the door of his apartment. The date on the newspaper was the day before the "Fog Ghost" committed the crime.
"Is this true?" The Ripper looked at the date on the newspaper in disbelief. He even rubbed it hard and found that the date was indeed the day before the case was overturned, which meant that nothing had happened...
“Nothing happened!!! Nothing happened!!! Nothing happened!!! Nothing happened!!!”
"What are you arguing about so early in the morning?!"
The Ripper's roar even caused dissatisfaction among his neighbors, but he really couldn't control himself. He was too excited.
He originally thought that he would be sentenced to death after turning himself in to the police station. He was even prepared to be sentenced to hanging.
Unexpectedly, nothing happened.
God gave him another chance to start over.
After surviving the catastrophe, he was filled with endless inspiration. He wanted to paint everything that happened in the other world.
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the other side,
After waking up, the painter felt that his life had not changed at all. He just returned to his original home. He was still just a tool for others to show off. Those guys who didn't understand art...
Until one day, he inexplicably received an invitation to an art exhibition...
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“Oh my God…”
If a painter could exclaim in this way when looking at a painting, it must be because his color structure and painting method are so amazing.
But the reason why the painter makes such an exclamation now is because...
He was too familiar with the things in the painting......
Just as the painter was concentrating on looking at the painting in front of him, a person quietly walked up to him.
"Hello, painter, long time no see. The person standing in front of you is a good kid~"
After the initial surprise, the painter quickly realized that shouting and yelling in such a situation would not do any good to either of them.
The painter smiled and said to the other party like an old friend, "Long time no see, Ripper. Or should I call you......"
"Walter...Walter Seagal."
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The painter followed the Ripper's footsteps and wandered through the corridors of the exhibition, more reminiscing than admiring.
But after the initial surprise, when the painter calmed down and took a closer look, he was surprised to find that the Ripper really had a lot of artistic skills. It was really beautiful. His painting method and color structure were perfect.
The painter couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the Ripper. If he hadn't experienced that, he might have been a famous painter by now...
It's a pity that for the Ripper, there is no if, and the same goes for the painter...
"Are you planning on turning yourself in later?"
Since he found that his life didn’t seem to have undergone any changes at all, the painter had been finding an excuse to lock himself in his room these days and not contact the outside world. Therefore, he didn’t realize the problem at all, which was——
There is no such thing as the Ripper, understand?
"What?! No, no, no, in fact, you may not have noticed that the day I woke up was exactly the night before I committed the crime. In other words..."
"None of that happened..."
The Ripper and the Painter said in unison.
Oh my god......
How should the painter describe his mood? Surprise and happiness for the other party, but more of the painter felt a little jealous.
Yes, the Ripper's life has changed, but his life is still a murky place...
Although he also noticed that the annoying old man was not by his side, what should he say? It was only a matter of time before his father would ask him to be his teacher.
The painter has given up all hope. The worst that can happen is he can try again.
But at this moment, the Ripper quietly held out an envelope. It was an invitation letter, and the stamp painter on it was very familiar to him.
"What a coincidence, I received this invitation letter, so I may need to move to your place and live for a while..."
"........."
The painter was so surprised that his mouth couldn't close. He really didn't expect that fate would play a joke on him at such a strange turning point.
"So what should I call you? Ripper? Mr. Seager? Or...Sensei?"
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Despite this, the exhibition was still going on and the painter had only visited less than half of it. They still had plenty of time to talk slowly and think about how to get along in the days ahead.
Suddenly, the painter noticed a painting in front of him, which attracted a lot of people to watch.
According to the conventional layout of art exhibitions, that should be the highlight of the entire exhibition.
"Oh my God..." The painter looked at the painting from afar and couldn't help feeling amazed.
Although the crowd surged like a tide, blocking his view, he guessed at a glance who the Ripper had drawn.
There's no guessing involved, right?
Although the painting looked like an unfinished work, the Ripper only used a few large blocks of color and outlined some vague contours.
However, it is this hazy beauty that makes this painting exude a unique charm, attracting people to stop and watch it involuntarily.
The painter stared at the painting and sighed in his heart. He couldn't help but think of the man with such long white hair.
In the entire manor, whether in this world or the other world, there is probably only one person who can have such long white hair...
Mrs. Beth, there is no one else but Him.......
"What's wrong? I just drew a picture for our 'lifesaver' according to my imagination to express my gratitude."
Lifesaver?
That's right...
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The painter now wanted to strangle his former self. How could he be so stupid as to choose to cooperate with the Ripper?
Looking back on his original decision, the painter felt extremely regretful.
The Ripper's painting skills and artistic accomplishment were indeed impeccable, which the painter had to admit.
The problem, however, is that the Ripper's attention to detail is almost too much.
He had extremely precise requirements for the position and angle of each stroke, and could even use a ruler and protractor to measure.
The painter had tried to resist this excessive strictness, but all his resistance was instantly extinguished when he witnessed the Ripper using only a few strokes of white paint to paint a transparent glass cup in the figure's hand.
The transparency of the glass, the light and shadow effects, and the proportions with the characters were all handled so perfectly by the Ripper that it seemed as if it really existed in the picture.
Faced with such superb skills, the painter finally realized the gap between himself and the Ripper.
He understood that no matter how hard he tried, it would be difficult to achieve the Ripper's extreme pursuit of detail.
From then on, the painter no longer dared to raise any objection to the Ripper's demands and could only silently endure this almost harsh creative process.
But as the saying goes, if you don't explode in silence, you will perish in silence. You still have some fire left. The painter admitted that his pursuit of art was also very high, but he couldn't stand this way of pursuit. It was a bit too nitpicking, wasn't it? !
However, just when the painter went to the Ripper to argue with him angrily...
He came back in less than three minutes and locked the door of the room.
The reason was simple, because when he found the Ripper, he was holding a huge long knife as long as an adult's forearm and sharpening it...
The painter opened the door, took a look, and then closed the door silently.
That's right, he spent all of those three minutes going back and forth...
In short: quickly give up.
But this can't be blamed on the painter. Who can accept that a person who has cut you into pieces hundreds of times in the game stands in front of you, and then looks at you with a knife in a sinister manner? Everyone will feel a shudder from the depths of their soul.
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Let's take a look at the Ripper's perspective...
"(^_^)～～～?"
Today is Thanksgiving, and there is roast turkey for dinner in the evening. While helping the maids to tidy up the tableware, the Ripper can't wait to make the knife sharper.
By the way, although the Ripper is the painter's painting teacher, when he has nothing to do on weekdays, he will also help the maids with some work, such as setting the tableware, watering the flowers and so on.
The maids were also very happy about this. How could they not be happy when there was a handsome gentleman living here who was willing to help them with some chores?
Then when the Ripper was sharpening the knife, the painter suddenly opened the kitchen door. The Ripper subconsciously looked over there. He wanted to ask the painter if he wanted to help in the kitchen, but then he watched the boy close the door again.
(??)?
Did we go the wrong way????
The Ripper was confused by the painter's sudden action, but he didn't think much about it and continued to sharpen the knife in his hand.