Chapter 137

When the wine wakes up again.

Portraits have been painted without knowing it.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Amis. Come... see what I've drawn for you."

Amos's warm and confident voice suddenly sounded beside Jiu'er.

The homeless man was startled, raised his head and looked around.

However, he found that Amos had appeared behind him at an unknown time... He was stuffing the painting back to its original position.

Other parts of the painting have been covered by his red cloth. Only this small piece is exposed, let Jiu'er see it in person.

Jiu'er took a closer look and found that Amos hadn't drawn the prop shelf.

I saw a homeless man with messy hair and shabby clothes, holding one hand forward, and one hand curled timidly under his ribs. His brows and eyes were mixed with confusion and fierceness, and his shriveled ribs and sunken abdomen could tell of his hunger and malnutrition.

He was just standing there hunched over... it reminded me of a hungry wolf standing up.

His eyes are green!

Jiu'er watched him hold the painting, as if she was about to come out of the painting in the next moment... Although theoretically the painting was herself, she couldn't help but feel a chill.

She even seemed to see the eyes of the tramp in the painting move slightly!

That feeling is like walking alone in a dim alley, suddenly using a shadow cast by a street light, and noticing that a strange man is following behind him.

Not afraid of ghosts.

- but afraid of people.

For no reason, Jiu'er suddenly felt a burst of fear——

Almost screamed out loud.

But she still used her last reason to force it back.

Jiu'er just smiled awkwardly: "I don't know why, I'm always a little...a little scared..."

"That's right, Mr. Amis."

Amos smiled confidently: "That's what I want. Your paintings will be placed alongside other people's paintings... This is a set of paintings that I use to represent homeless people like you. The hunger and helplessness of the homeless. Presumably this will also call on people to pay more attention to the rights and interests of the homeless... It will definitely be more helpful to your future life. "

——Where is hunger and helplessness?

This is clearly horrible, evil and untrustworthy!

The wine almost spit out.

But she thought about it carefully, anyway, she is not Amis, there is no need to compare this with Amos...

"...Yes, you're right."

Jiu'er lowered his head in humiliation and made a subservient voice: "This is indeed a very outstanding masterpiece..."

Even though the mouth kept squirting, but still typed out on the keyboard is "sorry, my mine".

This is about humble.

Amos is clearly very happy with this answer.

He asked like a wine: "Would you like to try it... and look at this group of paintings at the same time? The paintings you looked at before were always missing a part and couldn't fully express the emotions I wanted to express in this group of paintings. And your painting is the last of these eighteen paintings."

"...no no no no.

"

This hurts the body.

Jiu'er immediately refused.

Her instinct was just frantically alerting.

Jiu'er's keen intuition told her that if she really saw the complete group painting "Feast for the Hungry", she might die here directly, or she might just go crazy...

She suddenly remembered something.

She asked respectfully, "Master... Excuse me, what time is it now?"

"Well……"

Amos looked up at the clock in the room and pointed with his chin: "It's ten o'clock in the afternoon. Are you hungry?

"Shall I go get you something to eat?"

He said this to the three homeless people in white clothes next to him.

Afterwards, Amos smiled and replied to Jiu'er, "How about you take a shower first? The bathroom is over there - there are clean clothes in it."

After that, he left without waiting for Jiu'er to reply.

"babble……"

Jiu'er smacked his lips in disgust.

Do you really want her to take a shower?

Wash the body of this dirty and smelly bum?

Even the barrage has expressed that they do not want to watch:

"—Farewell, goodbye."

"—Remember to post a notification when you're done!"

"—Unfortunately, if the video here can be posted outside, I would like to record a 'video of female anchor Mariko Shujo taking a bath' and post it on the Internet. When they open it, they will find that it is an old homeless man. 360-degree moving 4K ultra-clear video with dead skin..."

"—I called the police above!"

"—Who the hell are you, the pervert above, come out quickly! Don't let the barrage be silent! Go to the forum and post if you have the ability!"

Waiting for the wine to tangle in place.

The three homeless people in white robes saw that Amos was leaving, and ran to Jiu'er.

"Uncle Amis! Why are you here!"

The one who spoke was the youngest of the three.

Of course... he was said to be the youngest, but he was already in his twenties or thirties.

"—Absolutely, can I still meet an acquaintance here?"

"—It's normal. These are all homeless people from the Frozen Water Harbor. This place is not big, and it's normal to know each other..."

Jiu'er was silent for a while, but didn't answer—of course she couldn't answer either, because she didn't even know the name of this person. At this time, the oldest man nervously grabbed the shoulder of the homeless "Amis", lowered his voice and asked, "Do you feel something wrong?

"Did you just... did you feel that your body couldn't move at all?"

"...you have them too?"

The wine was suddenly surprised.

She just thought she was in CG.

Did you know that other people feel the same way?

"...I feel something is wrong."

The old man sullenly persuaded in a low voice, "Don't eat anything tonight...don't eat too much. Remember to stay awake and don't fall asleep."

He wanted to say "don't eat".

But he hesitated and changed it to "don't eat too much".

Because he also clearly understands the troubled scene of Amis...

They haven't had a full meal for a long time.

If someone directly told them, give them three days to eat and drink, and then let them die. Maybe there will be a homeless person who agrees after hesitating for a long time...

They are "useless people" after all.

It was the youngest homeless man who didn't care about it at all: "Why are you cowardly? I've been here for three days, and it's still not delicious. I'm leaving soon... You see. Did something happen to me?

"I'm quite old, but I'm not brave enough... Let me ask you, if Master Amos really wants to harm us, do you think we can escape? Or can the police trust us after we go out?

"Do you think it's the fate of us people, or the fate of the master?"

The young man spoke very chokingly.

But because what he said was the truth, it was hard to refute...

After a brief sinking, the last person said, "Abo said, we should be more cautious."

It was a haggard-looking homeless man in his forties or fifties, with an odd accent that sounded like an out-of-towner.

He is the most normal looking person among the four including Amis. In his white pajamas, he looked less like a homeless man than a very tired clerk.

The young man shook his head indifferently.

"It's only three days in total, you can do whatever you want... Forget it, I'll go to the toilet. Uncle Amis, don't take them too seriously..."

He said and left the room first.

Going to the toilet is fake, not wanting to chat with these three people is real.

The wine was also a little surprised.

This young man's behavior doesn't look like a homeless person...

In other words, strictly speaking, the four people present did not look like homeless people.

Jiu'er was silent for a while, then asked in a tentative low voice:

"As of now, we can only work together...

"Tell me, what is your identity? Don't lie to me... Everyone should see it."

After Jiu'er said this, there was a sudden silence.

The middle-aged man said slowly: "What you're talking about...then let's start with me.

"—I am a... murderer."

Hearing the words, the old man was suddenly stunned.

He looked up at the middle-aged man, and then at Jiu'er.

After a long silence, he also said, "I... used to be a murderer too."