"Today's exhibition is over, welcome everyone to come back next time!"

Angelina smiled and sent away the last wave of tourists. She finally took a long breath and patted her cheek. She said to herself: "Damn... I am fed up with this stupid job, and that **** it. The stipulation, what is the smile that reveals the eight teeth is the most formal and kind? Go to the ghost... The questions of the tourists are really stupid and ignorant, but I can only tell lies, if not for it for seven days, a silver I have been rewarded for a long time..."

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

After returning to her apartment, Angelina ignited the stove in a small tune, began to stew the coffee, and fried two pieces of bacon meat. The crispy golden bacon with a strong aroma and sandwiched in the bread was really enjoyable. .

If you mix another plate of vegetable salad, I am afraid that God’s paradise is just like this?

No! Angelina, you still have 30 gold punk mortgages have not been paid back, can not be so extravagant...

Angelina will suppress the idea of ​​making another dish, quickly eliminate the dinner, carry the coffee, and come to the bedroom.

The surrounding arrangement is very simple. Only one oil painting hangs on the wall. The various colorful lines form an abstract and twisted eye, and the surrounding color is darker, which makes the eye stand out.

At the bottom right of the painting, a squiggly signature represents its handwriting from Vincent.

And if you find the appraisal appraisal, you can find that it is absolutely true!

"If you can sell it... Although it is not like a dream, but there will always be a thousand gold punks? At that time... I don't have to worry about any mortgage, I can live directly in the villa..."

Angelila stared at the huge eyes and smiled.

This painting is her nightmare! Unable to get rid of the nightmare! No matter how it is destroyed or discarded, it will always appear on her bedside the next day.

even……

Angelila stared at the twisted eye.

This eye seems to have a unique change tonight, it seems to have come alive, suddenly stunned.

Hey! Hey!

From the pupil, a large amount of blood immediately flowed out, and the overgrown scarlet, drowning Angelina.

"..."

Angelina bit her teeth and the scene was awkward.

In this state, she seems to see a long group of cars enter the city of Kimbert and stop in front of a villa.

From the car, a rich man with a big belly and a wig, next to a girl with a parasol, was ordering the butler and the servants to carry the furniture.

In the end, a painting was placed on the wall of the villa study.

The oil painting depicts a starry night sky, but full of distorted graphics, abstract and incomparable charm.

boom!

The place where the coffee cup fell, made a muffled sound.

Angelina didn't have a cup of coffee, but looked at the oil painting of the eye that didn't change at all. He whispered: "That is...dream! It was brought to the city of Kimber!"

......

At the same time, within the villa, a girl in pajamas is tossing and turning.

If Angelina is here, I can find this girl, who is the daughter of a wealthy business she saw in her illusion.

"Why did Dad come to Kimbert? This decision is too sudden!"

The girl muttered unhappyly: "I still miss the previous bedroom, and my friends... but since I bought the oil painting, my father became so strange..."

Her father, Robert, a little-known rubber merchant, started from a workshop that was about to fall, and seized a few opportunities. Now he has grown into a big company with thousands of employees.

After the development, the rubber merchant was full of eagerness for the society. In order not to become a so-called upstart, he had invited several extremely rigorous family teachers to teach the girl etiquette, and collected various artworks and enriched the collection.

Moreover, after hearing the legends of Vincent and collecting some of the so-called "sports paintings" of the other party, they have greatly increased their interest and bought a dream.

"There are such bad luck antiques, although they are madly sought after by some nobles, but there are also bad rumors circulating..."

The girl was worried and worried: "Although the previous ones are fine, there is definitely a problem with 'dreams'!"

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

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

This time, it was even more difficult to move the residence to the city of Kimbert.

"There is absolutely no secret inside!"

The girl was a little more daring and secretly came to the side of the study.

rustle! Hey!

A variety of low and noisy voices came, making her dizzy.

In the meantime, the scarlet blood, like a carpet, continues to expand from the door.

"what!"

The girl screamed and quickly retired the threshold.

By the orange light, she suddenly saw...

......

"Sunshine, breeze and hustle!"

Nietzsche squinted and enjoyed the warm breeze.

Since joining the Federal Bureau of Investigation's Kimbert City Division and becoming a peripheral, he feels his luck is getting better.

Not only did she have three Yinsell allowances every month, but in order to collect information, Hannibal’s official gave him a job to send newsboys.

Although the salary is meager, as long as one person is supported, life is much better than before. The most important thing is to have proof of identity and to do many things easily.

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

Therefore, Nietzsche is full of gratitude for this job.

"Good day, Mr. Hannibal! Are you going out?"

When he entered the branch, he just saw that the boss Hannibal, who usually likes to do his own cooking, is putting on a coat and a dress ready to go out.

"Nietzsche! You are coming right, take a trip with me and investigate the case together!"

Hannibal said gently.

"Oh, okay!"

Nietzsche quickly followed, and the two sat in a black car.

"Sir... what happened?" Nietzsche had some little excitement.

"Reassuring, certainly not the ghoul's lair like last time..." Hannibal revealed a masculine smile: "Otherwise, the second-level investigator in charge of the region will not come in person... We have to do Most of them are just to assess whether something is affected by extraordinary factors, whether it needs to be 'processed'...you are only a peripheral member, but if you want to successfully turn around, it is good to do more exercise like this!"

"Thank you, Mr. Hannibal!"

Nietzsche was almost in tears. He never felt that someone would be so good to him. He couldn’t help but think of another person: "What happened to Miss Vivian?"

Since the ghoul's case was broken, Vivian was mysteriously missing for a few days, and even Nietzsche was called to ask a few times.

He was very confused about this, with a hint of sorrow.

In any case, the upright trainee inspector is always worthy of respect, much better than a hateful blackhearted shopkeeper.

Nietzsche could not help but think of Simon, and Andy.

After Simon became an extraordinary person, he was taken away by Ryan. It is said that he would accept some ‘training’ and he would return to work in Kimbert City with a high probability after graduation.

Andy, the store manager, still has a tepid store, and claims to have a Vincent masterpiece. At this point, Nietzsche strongly suspects that he just found a fake painting to deceive the unlucky one. Anyway, I am sure I will not be fooled again.

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

"It’s weird..." Nietzsche secretly remembered in his heart, and thought of today’s mission: "What do I need to do this time?"

"Don't be nervous, we just have to investigate it..." Hannibal smiled. "The daughter of a wealthy businessman has disappeared, and his servant seems to have seen something that is incredible..."

In the middle of the speech, the car was parked in front of a grand villa. Hannibal pulled the whole collar and knocked the door in person.

"You are……"

A man servant opened the gap and had some fearful and doubtful emotions.

"We are an investigator of Watson Insurance Company. I heard that there was a security incident in your house. I came to investigate it!" Hannibal smiled and handed over a business card.

By the means of the Federal Investigation Service, there are still many such false identities and they can stand the test.

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

Robert was pale at the moment, and there was bloodshot eyes in his eyes: "Oh! My Nikita! My baby... She suddenly disappeared. At this time, I need not the investigator of the insurance company, but the detective and the police officer!"

"Sorry!" Hannibal took off his hat: "Only based on intelligence, a servant is telling that your painting has swallowed up your daughter... as a company that insured this villa, I need to check it again. Security, in case it has a hidden door in the wall..."

He waited for Robert to answer, and he came to the oil painting before he came to himself with amazement: "This is the work of the master of Vincent - dream? It is said that he is depicting the picture of the starry sky in the dream, but others There are always different interpretations... I am more inclined to express my inner world..."

"Vincent's paintings..." Nietzsche came to the spirit and stared at the painting without hesitation.

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Genius one second to remember the address of this station: . :m.