Almighty painter

Chapter 912: True Sparks

Gu Weijing leaned against the railing of the freighter, thinking about his own things. The silence between them slowed down time.

The gravel of the sand clock got stuck.

The night ages between breaths.

"It's fine to just stay here quietly for one night."

Gu Weijing thought to himself as he heard the children's voices and childish singing. However, even so, he was still attracted when the man and woman approached along the long corridor on the side of the ship.

I can't see the other person's face clearly at this distance.

They were both wearing the dark blue uniforms of the party company's waiters and were the ship's staff. The two of them blended in with the entire huge and deep ship's foil, shining under the colorful lights on the side, giving off a vague atmosphere like an oil painting on canvas.

"do you know?"

The woman in the wheelchair held the envelope in her hand and said to him.

Gu Weijing turned his head slightly.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into the distance, trying to identify the other person.

Based on his intuition, Gu Weijing vaguely recognized that the male waiter in front of him should be the young waiter he had met once in the crew passage before.

The light is very dim.

Gu Weijing's ability to discern is based solely on his metaphysical sense of temperament and his association with the picture.

"You know I asked Oil Painting magazine to cancel its interview with you, right?"

The woman said in his ear.

what do you know?
Gu Weijing was in a trance.

He wasn't listening.

A good painter will think of passion when he sees a waterfall, will think of solitary height when he sees a lonely peak, and will think of reflections and vastness and loneliness when he sees an ice surface.

……

The ability to skillfully capture the correlation between the objective world and the sensory world, and to firmly grasp the thin thread that connects the two things in the tangled threads of the world, is the reward for persistent observation of the world.

Gu Weijing saw two people walking slowly towards him.

He thought of the look he and the waiter exchanged when they passed each other. The similar darkness and mottled look made the young man think of an old plaster that had not been spread open.

Gu Weijing subconsciously took two steps forward.

"Feel sorry."

"Actually, I prepared this letter after seeing your painting 'Human Noise' this Monday. But I haven't figured out how to use it yet."

When Anna lowered her head in a daze.

Gu Weijing saw the female staff member coming over. She raised the things in her hands. She held something in both hands.

In his left hand was a cell phone that was recording a video.

What the right hand holds...

Sorry.

Is that a pistol?
A man and a woman walked out of the shadows into a brighter space, bringing out the gloomy temperament with them.

Light and shadow change.

Rather than being illuminated by the light, it seemed more like they tore the shadows behind them into the light.

A gloomy temperament spread along with it.

And the moment Gu Weijing saw the smile on the visitor's face.

Almost everything is subconscious.

A flash of lightning.

He picked up Miss Elena in front of him and threw himself behind the cable.
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Anna Elena in a wheelchair.

The woman's heart sank into the white letter illuminated by the light, and she was silent between the hesitation and indecision of her thoughts.

therefore.

When she was suddenly picked up, she felt dazed and at a loss.

Miss Elena was stunned.

The young man used his thin, masculine, resilient chest to bite Anna's body, he put his arms around her waist and lifted her up from the wheelchair under her.

Anna's skin sank into this hard wrapping, and she immediately wrapped the other party in reverse with a stronger posture.

The large-area contact of the bodies makes the woman feel an unprecedented sensation.

The hug was not gentle at all. She felt a slight pain at the back of her waist. Under the influence of gravity, her body folded backwards like a sail caught by the wind.

Also under the influence of gravity.

Miss Elena's body was filled with a feeling of being suspended, as if weightless.

This tactile experience brings strong associations——

A sloth sat on a stone, with a fruit pierced on its sharp fingertips, moving slowly, slowly, slowly.

It moved forward an inch, then hesitated and retracted half an inch.

This speed has already earned him the title of "Lightning" in "Zootopia".

suddenly.

The big tree opposite couldn't wait any longer. It spread its branches, bent down, and swayed its branches to pick up the sloth from the stone under it.

"Well."

then.

The sloth poked its claws, confused and at a loss in the face of this incomprehensible fantasy scene.
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"Hey, Gu, you have to learn to let gravity work its magic."

——Wattel, Grade 13 teacher at Fitz International School
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What is she going to do?

scream.

No.

Miss Elena hated screaming. In her mind, screaming never served any practical purpose other than showing off her weak temperament.

She also hates behavior without a sense of boundaries.

Hey.

You can't move your feet randomly on the street, right? It is the most basic social courtesy and the most basic physical respect.

This intense hug has completely gone beyond the scope of normal social interaction.

Anna especially hated those self-proclaimed romantic flirting tactics, such as "I see your eyes, I know, your eyes are ordering me to kiss you" and "Oh, don't resist, I know what you need most now is a gentle hug."

Ole is particularly good at this.

The typical narcissistic playboy-style method of picking up girls, which believes that one's charm is unstoppable, is essentially disrespectful to others.

Miss Elena always scoffed at this.

Who does he think he is?
A monkey in heat, so everyone should like you?
Omg.

You have to know the fine line between a flirtatious joke and offensive sexual harassment.

Without explicit permission, he could not just pick up a young lady he had only met a few times from her wheelchair just because he liked her! Just like he could not walk down the street and kiss someone with his lips pursed.

Even if you have a pair of shoulders stronger than I thought, it won't work.

Even if...

This sudden hug happened in an instant, and the first reaction was not as disgusting as Miss Elena imagined, but it was not acceptable.

This is a matter of principle that cannot be compromised.

A clean slap.

This kind of behavior without a sense of boundaries is the most appropriate and reasonable answer to be gained.

As Gu Weijing lifted her up, Miss Elena's arms stretched out naturally. She wondered whether she should raise her hand to hit him... or just yell at him to put her down?

The sloth picked up by the tree man waved its little paws.

While trying to maintain its balance in this action, it was thinking about whether to scratch and poke the tree man's face with its claws.

The sharpness of the glittering claws was cut by her hesitation, polished smooth by Anna's breath, and gradually lost the ability to hurt people.

finally.

After a period of rapid breathing that seemed to be stretched out for a long time due to thoughts, but was actually very short.

The sloth's claws only lightly hooked the branch.

Miss Elena hooked her arms around Gu Weijing's neck, ready to use an angry look to order this rude tree man to put her down.

She is still very angry.

"Hey, kid, even if you want to act in Titanic, you can't act like this."

she wanted to say.

She didn't have much time to build up an angry look.

The confusion in her eyes had not yet been completely replaced by new emotions when Gu Weijing pounced forward and pressed her under him.

The two bodies were mixed together extremely violently.

Bang!
There was a loud noise, followed by several sparks that flashed almost at the same time, and then Miss Elena heard a delicate sound of "Xiu~" in her ears.

It sounded like someone was blowing a whistle with a very thin breath.

It was like a coin spinning quickly on the table.

Anna subconsciously turned her head.

She happened to see it.

Just half a meter away from her head, an object the size of a little fingernail was spinning in place on the metal deck between the gap formed by two intertwined cables, due to the rotational kinetic energy converted from residual energy that had not been fully consumed.

Miss Elena felt she should know what it was.

She had seen such a special scene once before, on the smooth surface of the frozen river.

Is it a special spinning toy?
She recalled.

No.

"It was a pistol bullet that was slightly deformed by the impact."
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"God, Stop, OH..."

"Swetie" covered his face in shock, looking completely stunned. He pushed "Lois" beside him hard and screamed loudly.

damn it.

He was almost scared to death by the crazy woman's actions.

"Is there something wrong with your brain? Idiot, 'Peter' said to catch her alive, so we have to catch her alive first. She can't just die like that."

"I know."

"Lois" shrugged nonchalantly and grinned, revealing her pale yellow teeth.

"I just wanted to scare her. I didn't shoot her in the head. I just wanted to pierce her left leg as well."

"Stewie" stared at her like she was an idiot.

Who does the other person think he is?

John Wick or James Bond. The straight-line distance between them and Anna Irena was nearly 30 meters, at night, with pistols firing without support.

It is not possible for an ordinary person to kick a football that big into a goal hole that big from this distance.

Just now she was shooting at close range in the narrow crew passage, and the first shot only hit the bearded crewman's stomach.

How does she know where she will hit?
Maybe she thought she was aiming at the toes, and the bullet went right at the target's head.

If Anna Elena died like this.

The impact of their actions this time will be reduced by more than half.

They were divided into two groups.

"Stewie" told "Peter" that he saw Miss Elena walking alone to the stern deck.

In order to control the situation at the same time.

Peter and the other three went to control the guests in the salon on the deck and occupied the captain's room to control the control system of the freighter. "Stewie" and "Lois" searched the rear area of ​​the freighter from the back to the front.

Seeing "Lois'" bloodshot pupils.

"Stewie" knew that this woman was under the influence of drugs and her brain was completely occupied by bloodthirsty desires.

Tremors, compulsive behavior, loss of control, hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, irritability, extreme excitement... these are all common reactions when taking drugs.

"They are all crazy."

These are "Meg's" words. Why does he know this? Because I heard that "Meg's" parents are both doctors and they wanted to send him to medical school.

Damn it.

"Meg" always brings up these things in a very unpleasant way, like a specialist doctor who takes drugs himself, but takes them more heavily than anyone else.

"Stewie" sometimes finds this incomprehensible.

He sometimes feels that.

If his parents were also doctors, he might not do this.

"You come and record the video, I'll go and bring her over."

"Stewie" handed the phone to the woman.

"Just stand here and record it. Don't go over there. I can do it myself."

He gave another worried instruction.

He was not worried that he would not be able to control the other person, or that the guy would take the opportunity to run away.

No joke.

"Stewie" dared her to escape for two minutes.

A cripple was racing with him, and that was the funniest joke "Stewie" had ever heard.

"Stewie" was just worried that the madman next to him was high and lost control, and shot Anna Elena dead at close range.

Just like she had just done to that crew member.

He raised his hand, gave Lois the middle finger, and then strode forward.

"Baby, Dady is Home, Dady is Home."

Stewie held the pistol in one hand.

He listened to the song of "Neon Genesis Evangelion" coming from his ears, muttered strange words, and strode forward at a leisurely pace.

He felt the adrenaline rushing through his body.

"Meg" said that people who take drugs are often very uncontrollable and suffer from severe temper tantrums and hallucinations.

He thought what the other party said was wrong.

Stewie wasn't irritable at all, on the contrary, the faster his heart beat, the calmer he became.

He is different from crazy people like Lois. He seems to be able to control the "magic" of the drugs, and his heartbeat is in tune with the rhythm of the piano music in his ears.

The notes on the piano are like tilted jade beads.

There is a ding-dong sound in the headphones.

His heart was beating loudly.

He should have felt hot amid the ding-dong-dong sounds of the jumping. He was sweating all over, yet he felt an exceptionally cool sensation.

Except for the heartbeat and the piano.

It seemed as if even the sound of the tide had quieted.

The waiter holding a pistol walked very slowly. He stared at the darkness beside the cable and felt that the darkness there was emitting a warm light.

Anna Elena was staying there.

The darkness there was illuminated by the presence of the snow-white, crystal-clear skin.

Her existence.

her body.

It's there.

"Stewie"'s imagination of Elena's body beneath her clothes does not even contain any element of desire.

Not that kind of desire.

The woman's body was like the most exquisite puppet, "bang", he felt that when a bullet shot through it, no blood would be left.

But it is fine red sand.

It was like breaking a porcelain doll filled with sand.

Her crystal body.

Her existence.

Scattered together in the sand blown away by the sea breeze.

This cold imagination full of decadence and glamour made "Stewie"'s body tremble slightly.

Look?
What a calm man he is.

Meg's doctor parents are not always right. Meg also said that many drug addicts often do not survive for more than five years.

Hopefully this is wrong too.

Made this vote.

He is the "saint" of the criminal world, and he hasn't even held a comic convention yet.

"Come out."

Stewie said with a grin, staring at the shadows on the rear deck.

"My little girl, you can't get away."
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Gu Weijing took a deep breath.

My stomach curled up into a ball due to nervousness.

damn it.

damn it.

damn it.

Gu Weijing hated to swear all the time, but he couldn't help cursing in his heart.

He didn't know how to express his inner confusion and bewilderment.

at last.

The gunman finally came, on a cargo ship on the high seas, in a place that he did not understand at all, and the killer found him in a way that Gu Weijing did not understand.

"Brother Hao... is he so fierce?"

Gu Weijing's brain is wooden.

He really couldn't understand.

Why was it that even though Brother Hao had already surrendered to the net, in the end - they still sent foreign mercenaries to find me?

This is really amazing!

Facts speak louder than words. Gu Weijing had heard people talk about how Brother Hao had connections with foreign European arms dealers and how he had connections everywhere - young people tend to treat it as a fantasy story.

this moment.

He believed it.

Gu Weijing's throat was filled with the taste of orange.

The bottle of orange soda that he had drunk before suddenly turned into a cold piece of iron. Now, the iron block reacted with the stomach acid. While it was weighing heavily on the stomach, the acid precipitated green bubbles one after another, which flowed up along the esophagus and poked the young man's throat.

This made him want to vomit immediately.

Gu Weijing found that his body was shaking uncontrollably.

He thought everything was over, but the smell of tragedy was still chasing him, lingering in the smell of orange soda in his throat, and could not be dispelled.

"How to do it?"

He asked himself.

His eyes turned to Miss Elena. The woman tilted her head and stared at the metal bullet on the side of her face in a daze.

"Ms. Elena."

Gu Weijing said in a very soft voice, "We have to find a place to hide."

Anna seemed possessed and fascinated.

She stared at the bullet blankly.

Silent.

like a statue.

"Ms. Elena..."

Gu Weijing called out for the second time, but he stopped halfway through.

Where else can I hide?

His words were just futile self-consolation.

They were on the deck of a cargo ship, floating in this world, with the vast ocean below them.

They were destined to have nowhere to hide.

When the killer arrives, there is no escape and death is inevitable.

Gu Weijing turned his head away.

He and the woman under him were almost face to face, staring at the bullet that had stopped spinning.

He was lucky enough to dodge a bullet.

But it is impossible to avoid the second and third ones.

"One day, you find yourself unable to escape, unable to flee, and facing a desperate situation where you are doomed to die, what will you do?"

Gu Weijing asked himself.

"Then die."

His heart answered him like this.

You are already very good at answering this question, aren't you? The person in his heart said to him.

Gu Weijing suddenly stopped shaking.

He smiled silently.

He found that he was so familiar with this problem.

"A man can be destroyed but not defeated." This is my grandfather's favorite quote from Hemingway.

It's ridiculous.

How could Brother Hao think that he could destroy himself by using the same method for the second time?

"This matter has nothing to do with you. If possible, try to find a place to hide later."

He said to the dazed woman beneath him.

"Hey, remember that discussion we just had?"

Gu Weijing actually made a joke at this time.

"Remember the child in the orphanage? I have a will with a special sum of money for them. If possible, please help me take a look at them. Let's see the result of this discussion--"

"If they don't go and be nice, tell them I'm disappointed."

"If they try hard to be a good person but fail to live a happy life, please tell the world that I am disappointed."

Say it.

Gu Weijing stood up.

(End of this chapter)