Flash marriage to the underworld boss, the queen of metaphysics is sweet and wild

The biggest problem is that there is no problem. Century Cruise is extremely clean, without even a trace of excess yin, which is abnormal in itself.

Soon, the dishes were served, all of which were seafood.

Wen Qi took two bites, but the taste was not amazing at all. It could only be said to be quite average, a bit unworthy of the reputation of Century Cruises. Looking up at Feng Ce, his brows were frowning slightly, and there was a bit of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Wen Qi laughed, "Would you like to open a bottle of wine?"

Feng Ce looked at the waiter and said, "For a bottle of red wine, I want the best."

The waiter nodded respectfully, turned around and went down again.

Wen Qi could no longer suppress the smile on her lips, and said with a crooked eyebrow: "I want the best. How worried are you about this restaurant?"

Feng Ce said helplessly: "Just in case."

Within a few minutes, the waiter came back with a bottle of red wine. Wen Qi looked a little familiar, as if there was a similar one in the wine cabinet at home? She looked at Feng Ce, who finally didn't show any disgust.

After pouring the red wine into the decanter, the waiter retreated to the stairs and stopped disturbing their meal.

Wen Qi whispered: "After dinner, let's go for a walk downstairs?"

During the meal, the stage show on the deck ended, and another band came out and started playing classical music.

Wen Qi was eating, listening and admiring Feng Ce's wine tasting. The man's movements were elegant and dignified, like a nobleman coming out of a medieval oil painting. Every movement made people want to collect it.

"What's wrong?" Feng Ce put down his wine glass and asked with raised eyebrows.

Wen Qi smiled and shook her head. She wouldn't say anything to avoid making someone proud.

Time passed very quickly, and by the time they finished eating, it was already past eleven o'clock.

Wen Qi raised an eyebrow and called the waiter, "Are there any entertainment facilities on the cruise ship?"

The waiter bowed slightly and whispered: "The second and third floors of the cruise ship are places for entertainment and relaxation. You can visit freely before making a decision."

Wen Qi smiled and thanked her.

Feng Ce stood up, walked to Wen Qi, and stretched out his hand.

Wen Qi raised her hand and put it on his arm, and the two walked down together.

There is a floor plan at the entrance to the third floor, which introduces the entertainment facilities on the entire three floors, including guest rooms, a bridge room, a SPA, and a small indoor oil painting exhibition.

Wen Qi's eyes were fixed on the oil painting exhibition, and she intuitively felt that it was related to Ji Fulin's disappearance.

Feng Ce said quietly: "Let's go and take a look."

The indoor oil paintings are exhibited in the innermost space on the third floor. The outside of the door is unremarkable, but there is something special inside. The area is large and the light is dim, with only small lamps shining above the oil paintings.

The paintings on the wall were very similar in style to the paintings hanging in the restaurant outside. They were all abstract portrait paintings, which reminded Wen Qi of the world-famous painting called "The Scream".

The similar portraits soon made Wen Qi suffer from visual fatigue. She couldn't help but yawn not far after walking out, and a few tears leaked from her eyes.

She glanced at the painting beside her with tears in her eyes, and was suddenly shocked. She seemed to see the figure in the painting move, but when she looked closer, it was still an ordinary painting.

Wen Qi frowned, was it an illusion caused by tears?

At this moment, Feng Ce suddenly said: "The area here is too big."

Wen Qi looked at him doubtfully, "What do you mean?" Feng Ce frowned and said, "The area of ​​this studio is far larger than it appears from the outside. This is not a space on a cruise ship."

Wen Qi suddenly realized.

Indeed, the studio is the last cabin on the ship, next to it is the SPA, with a distance of only five meters in between. However, the area of ​​​​the studio is obviously more than 100 square meters, or even larger, because they have not finished shopping yet.

Wen Qi's heart moved, "Let's go back the same way and try."

Both of them had a very good sense of direction, and it was not difficult to return along the road. However, when they reached the entrance, they discovered that the hatch in front of them had been replaced by a huge painting.

Something other than a blurry figure finally appeared on this painting. It was the back of a painter. He was painting. His painting was only half completed, but it was not difficult to tell from the outer outline that they were Wen Qi and Feng Ce.

An ordinary person would probably have been frightened to death by the scene in front of him.

But Wen Qi and Feng Ce were very familiar with this. They stared at the painter calmly. The former even asked, "After this painting is completed, can we take it home?"

Feng Ce also said: "If the painting is good, you can consider hanging it at home. This is our first painting and it is very memorable."

The painter remained motionless, pretending that he was really just an ordinary painting, but he was very shocked and confused in his heart. The two were shocked by the unusual reaction. They were confused because they didn't know whether to agree. After all, no one had ever appreciated his paintings. This was a rare opportunity.

Seeing that the painter was motionless, Wen Qi frowned and urged, "Can you please hurry up? Do you want to turn around? How can you paint if you can't see us? What if the painting is someone else's?"

The painter was even more confused. He didn't move, but he spoke.

"Do you really want my painting?" A clear young voice asked, "Even if the price of painting is your soul?"

Wen Qi smiled, "Our souls are not so easy to come by. Maybe when the painting is completed, it will be you who gives it."

The painter was silent for a long time, and then the brush on the painting finally started to move, "I don't care, as long as I can paint the most perfect work, I am willing to sacrifice my soul."

Wen Qi was noncommittal, looked back at the paintings in the exhibition hall, and asked casually: "Are these paintings painted at the cost of souls? They are too abstract. I like paintings where I can see the face clearly."

The painter kept painting in his hand, and the outlines of Wen Qi and Feng Ce gradually became clearer in the painting.

"Their souls have no shape, and of course they are blurry when painted, but you are different." The painter said: "I can see clearly that your souls are complete and beautiful. I may need to spend more time. , you can wander around as you like, I will notify you when the painting is done."

Before leaving, Wen Qi asked the key question, "Are all the people in these paintings still alive?"

"Of course." The painter was extremely sure, "They live in their respective paintings."

Wen Qi understood, it meant that everything was sacrificed to the painting, and the soul and body were gone.

Without waiting any longer, the two of them turned around and went inside again, thinking it was a walk, even though the environment was not very good.

While walking, Wen Qi could clearly feel that his soul power was being extracted bit by bit. Others probably died for the same reason. The souls of ordinary people could not withstand such extraction.

Feng Ce stood in front of a painting, raised his hand and rubbed the frame and canvas, and said softly: "Use bones as the frame, skin as the cloth, and soul as the paint." He put down his hand and rubbed his fingertips, He said in a calm tone: "I can't save him."

Wen Qi was not surprised at all and said calmly: "Just do what you can. At least there will be no new paintings in this exhibition hall in the future."

If you are exposed to too many ghost things, you will know that not everything can be solved perfectly, and it is normal to have regrets.

Ghosts are much more extreme than humans, and they are much more decisive in doing things. They don't understand what retreat means at all. For example, if this painter wants to paint a perfect painting, he will naturally make full use of these "models" and will never give up until the last bit of value is squeezed out.

Therefore, there is no room for recovery.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but Wen Qi clearly felt that the exhibition hall was getting smaller. She sighed, "Let me just say, we have to pay a price for painting."