Mortal Prison Chapter 295: Soul

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The mercenaries sent by Jiang Yue to monitor us still have not evacuated. They linger in the darkness every day and monitor our every move. They are very cautious. Sometimes when it is not so noisy, I can even hear them. They were whispering, but unfortunately most of them were in foreign languages, which I couldn’t understand, but I had to listen carefully. From the coldness in their words, I could probably guess that they were probably laughing at us, seeing us as beings to be slaughtered. of lamb.

I am too lazy to pay attention to them now, pretending not to know their existence at all, just to satisfy their little vanity.

I also met the owner of the painting "Soul", that is, the member of the Western royal family. He came here to visit Jiang Yue that night. After the two had a long and secret talk in the study, the member of the Western royal family was full of joy. left. It is estimated that the two reached some kind of cooperation agreement, maybe it was about follow-up works. In short, after this person left, Jiang Yue stood on the balcony without saying a word for a long time, his face was so gloomy that he almost dripped with ink. We are on the verge of jumping over the wall, and perhaps all the chips are now on us.

I sighed silently in my heart.

I know there is almost no room for change between us and him.

It is a pity that even though the Western royal family came, we still have not seen the painting "Soul". Its value is too high. It can be said to be one of the most valuable abstract paintings in the world. The price of 100 million US dollars is prohibitive, and the royal family member is probably frightened and takes it very seriously, and is unwilling to show it to others in private, not even the painter.

Our hope can only be placed in that exhibition.

At eight o'clock the next night, Pang Feiyan came as promised, wearing a decent evening dress and a tall figure. Even a few of us had to dress up. After all, this was not a completely public art exhibition. All are world-famous paintings, and their value is too high. For safety reasons, they cannot be fully disclosed, and participation is limited to industry insiders and some collectors.

"Whoever asks me to perform such a task again in the future will worry me!"

The soldier muttered, lifting his thighs and tugging at his crotch like a **** dog farting. He looked uncomfortable and kept complaining: "I don't know what's so good about this suit. , the strangulation was so uncomfortable."

"Just shut up!"

The **** dog stared at him and said angrily: "At least you can enter the venue, but I can only squat outside. Now I hate the words "Do not bring dogs inside". I I just don’t understand. You behave like a big bear. Am I not as good as you?"

A man and a dog almost got into a fight, and the dog hair flew everywhere. If it weren't for the fear of getting dirty and being unable to enter the venue, I think the soldiers would have strangled Lao Hei to death.

In a blink of an eye, the car has arrived at the venue.

As expected, there are not many people here. Everyone is well-dressed and looks like a wealthy person. On the contrary, we look very different. Even if we are wearing the same clothes, we still don’t look like that when we stand in front of others. The aura of wealth looks like a few bodyguards, which is very hurtful.

Pang Feiyan is very familiar with this place. After all, she is someone close to Jiang Yue. She is very popular in this industry. After entering, she just said something to the person in charge. Immediately, two handsome men came over with a We went straight to the second floor.

"Mr. Ye, the soul is in this exhibition room."

Pang Feiyan pointed to an exhibition room at the end and said softly: "This painting is the most important one tonight, so it will be exhibited alone in the Tianzihao exhibition room. It is not open to the public now. People downstairs I can't get in either. I asked for help. The organizer allows you to go in early, but you only have 20 minutes. After 20 minutes, the organizer will let all the guests enter in order, and we have to come out. Is there enough time? ?"

"Absolutely."

I wasn’t sure, so after thinking about it, I said, “Just wait here, otherwise we will have to take photos of you if something happens.”

Pang Feiyan hesitated, but finally nodded.

The rest of us went straight to the Tianzihao exhibition room.

I have to say that "Soul" is worthy of being the "King of Paintings". The Tianzihao exhibition room is very domineering. It is grand and majestic and can accommodate hundreds of people to enter at the same time. There is a booth on the high platform in the center of the exhibition room. It's right there, this is its home, no other painting comes in.

"No matter how you look at it, it looks like the pattern left by me wetting the bed when I was a child."

Dr. Bing grinned. He obviously didn’t understand anything, but he took the lead on the exhibition stand. He was very careless and left two big footprints on the clean red carpet. This kind of person looks like this when he sees an art exhibition. Zhu Bajie’s feeling after eating ginseng fruit.

However, when he raised his head and really looked at the painting, the smile on his face froze, and the frivolity gradually disappeared.

"Soldier?"

I tried shouting, but he had no response.

This is not right!

I secretly wondered if something would happen to Ding Bing, so I quickly rushed to the booth and found that Ding Bing had burst into tears at some point.

"Why is this happening?"

The soldier whispered to himself: "Why is the world like this? Black is white, and white is black. Even if black and white are mixed together and you can't tell them apart, in the end, even the closest people around you are human beings. I don’t even know if it’s a ghost.”

I was shocked by his state.

"Dad!"

Suddenly Xiaodouzi’s exclamation came from behind.

The little girl also stared at the painting at some point, her little body trembling.

I looked at Ji Zi again, and he was also looking at the painting, pursed his lips hard, and the expression on his face seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and crying but not crying. It was hard to tell what kind of emotion it was.

They all looked up when they got close to the painting, except me. I just glanced at it from a distance. There is no doubt that their strangeness came from this painting.

Could it be that... this painting can make people see the most vulnerable side of their hearts?

Yes, that should be the case.

Xiao Douzi saw Brother Jun in the painting, and the longing and love for his father that had been suppressed in his heart burst out.

Dabing should have seen Wu Jinglei. That was something that had a huge impact on him. They had grown up together, but they didn’t know whether the other person was a human or a ghost, which was hard for him to accept.

What about Himeko?

I am afraid that I have also seen the side of myself that I least want to face.

I tried to push the soldier and called Xiaodouzi again, but they didn’t respond. They were immersed in their own world and couldn’t extricate themselves.

"If you want to break the game, get in first!"

After pondering for a moment, I made up my mind, suddenly raised my head, and looked at the painting up close for the first time.

No matter how you look at it, this is a very simple painting. No, it cannot even be called a painting at all, but a messy graffiti. It looks like a child dipped a brush in various paints and then painted it casually. When it comes out, it looks gaudy and dizzying at first glance.

However, it was only a short moment!

Following this, the clues of this painting emerge!

It... actually started to move!

To be precise, the colors in the painting are squirming, entangled, and rolling, and the speed is getting faster and faster, and finally almost turns into a whirlpool.

This is a terrible whirlpool, with a magical power and an inexplicable gravitational force, as if it wants to pull my soul into it. The surrounding environment becomes more and more hazy in my eyes, but in the blink of an eye, I All that was left in his eyes was the terrifying black hole, with eternal darkness inside.

"What the **** is this? Get out!"

At this moment, my soul is roaring.

This darkness is so terrifying, cold, empty, without any sound. It is so quiet that one can clearly hear the sound of one's own heartbeat, making people unable to help but examine themselves.

Darkness is a mirror, and you can only see the darkness in your own heart.

After a moment, the darkness shattered, and I saw too much.

Those are all my former self, flickering and dancing in front of my eyes like a fleeting glimpse.

I saw myself on the day I left my hometown and went south to work. The students at the gate of the campus were talking and laughing, but I was alone, with my back to them, leaving a reluctant glance. The moment I boarded the green train, I said Roaring, I don't accept it, why are others so lucky, but I am not even qualified to stand on the same starting line as others?

I saw myself at the moment when my grandmother, who brought me up, died in a car accident. I was holding the cold body as if she was a lost soul. There was no sadness or tears, only murderous intent in my heart.

I also saw myself on the streets of Guangzhou, beaten and bruised, lying in a garbage dump, with dissatisfaction in my eyes and cold teeth gritted, like a wolf cub, swearing that one day I would rise to the top and destroy all these people. .

Finally, I saw Concubine Mi, hugged her gently, and was pushed away by her hands. Because the love I got was cruel, and I was not even qualified to stay with each other from morning to dusk. I could only Looking at each other from a distance, there is a torrent of world in between, which is difficult to cross.

……

There are too many, the past resentments, the past hatred, the past unwillingness, the past anger, the past extreme hatred for all injustices, are now emerging one by one.

What Xiaodouzi and Dabing saw was the hurt in their hearts, but I saw all the darkness in myself.

"It turns out that I am not as peaceful as I thought. There is a devil living in my heart. Staring into the darkness can illuminate my own twisted soul..."

I whispered to myself.

When you see your true self, it feels very uncomfortable.

I stared at the past and myself, and my emotions almost tended to rush to extremes.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a loud noise came, tearing apart the darkness in front of him.

I was so excited that I finally woke up.

Dabing and Xiaodouzi have woken up and are looking at me with strange eyes.

"Xiaojiu, what did you see?"

The soldier looked at me cautiously and muttered: "I feel like your smile is so sinister, like a pervert!"

Boom!

Pang Feiyan was still trying to figure it out and shouted outside: "Mr. Ye, the time is up and people are coming up soon. Aren't you done yet?"

"Soldier, Ji Zi, go outside and block those people, you won't hesitate to make a scene!"

I immediately ordered, turned to look at the painting again, and whispered: "I think I may know the secret of this painting!"

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