The figure wearing a vinyl raincoat stopped writing and breathed a long sigh.

On the canvas, the roses are still blooming, and the delicate petals seem to have sucked blood, and are dazzlingly red.

And in a corner of the scroll, the clear eyes stared ahead, and the innocent and clean eyes were like a young deer staring at the muzzle of a hunter.

The black shadow raised his left hand and gently stroked his right arm.

At this moment, the state of his right wrist to his elbow was already integrated with his slender and graceful hands, and he was no longer clearly distinguished by two parts, with obvious age differences.

"It's only a little bit." The black shadow murmured in a low voice, his vague voice was hoarse and hoarse, and then turned around and walked into the darkness.

Not long after, he turned back to his original position, holding a large storage basket with his hands together. The basket was filled with cheap plastic painted tubes, which looked very heavy, and even with his physique, it was quite difficult to hold.

He probably wanted to roll up the new work on the easel, put it in an empty painting tube, and then put it in the storage box.

However, after carefully looking at the canvas in front of him for a while, he seemed to have changed his mind and returned with the storage basket.

After a few more breaths, with a "pop" sound, the incandescent lamp on the roof suddenly lit up.

The light that was not very bright illuminated the dark half of the space before, and at the end of the room, there was a considerable area covered by a deep red curtain, with several fishy spotlights lit up above.

On the left side of the curtain, there is a small room that was set apart, with chains hanging on the thick iron door, which seems to have been opened for a long time.

The dark shadow walked to the curtain and slowly pulled the drawstring.
Chapter completed!