When Ou Xiaolu went to the valley to place various mechanisms and props, Charles was sitting in front of his mother's bed. Although Ou Xiaolu used a resurrection card, he still did not dare to turn Charles' mother into a normal person who was completely fine.

It is one thing to rescue the dead before death, but it is another thing to turn a dead person into a normal person.

So Charles has been by his mother for the past few days, sitting honestly, without even saying a word.

At this time, the door of the ward opened, and a black man was looking out of the door. When Charles saw the black man, he glanced at his mother again, and then got up and walked out.

"How are you asking?"

"We have found out clearly. We found the owner who hit Elizabeth, but..."

"But what?" Seeing the black man stuttering, Charles was also a little anxious.

"But we heard a news that on the day the owner hit Elizabeth, his hands seemed to be bitten off by a shark. After that, the owner never showed up again, and no one knew where he went."

"Shark?" Charles fell into deep thought when he heard this, and finally he patted the black brother on the shoulder, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Aunt Elizabeth is so kind to us. If something happened to her, we should help us."

After Charles thanked the black brother, he returned to his mother's bedside and stayed, but he was holding something in his hand. If Ou Xiaolu saw it, he would be surprised, because it was a proof of the Holy Blood Council that he didn't want.

Charles also followed Ou Xiaolu for several days and knew about Ou Xiaolu's status in the Holy Blood Council. After his mother appeared, he ran to the auction house that he took Ou Xiaolu to the first day, looked for the security guard there, and told about his situation.

With Ou Xiaolu's name, he came here to prove it with an external proof.

Actually, he didn't know where he was. He benefited more when he was with Ou Xiaolu, but he also knew that Ou Xiaolu had helped a lot in this matter. He had already owed Ou Xiaolu a lot of favors. He could no longer ask Ou Xiaolu to help him. He wanted to prove to Ou Xiaolu that he could do it himself.

At the same time, he had to rely on his own strength to kill those who had hurt his mother.

After obtaining the external certificate of the Holy Blood Council, he naturally found some situations in the Holy Blood Council. Important antiques and research materials may be confidential, but the method of extracting the Holy Blood is not confidential.

Charles, who had no way to get antiques, could only find a way by himself. He recalled the day when Ou Xiaolu came, and those people were looking for Crazy Caesar to doodle, so he thought of a brainwave. He wanted to draw a superhero by himself and use the superhero he drew himself to extract the holy blood.

In fact, this method is also a bit popular in the forum of the Holy Blood Council, but most of the people who can join the Holy Blood Council are rich. They buy some antiques like buying vegetables on the street. There is no need to spend any effort to draw them by themselves, and finally compete with a low success rate.

So the only one who is really willing to take this step is Charles, who has no money and has some connection with the poor people who join the Holy Blood Council.

While accompanying his mother in the hospital, Charles tried hard to look through various comics he had read before, and carefully recorded what kind of superpowers he needed, how the people in the comics got superpowers, etc.

Finally, he took out a paintbrush that he had not used for a long time and started drawing it in front of his mother's bed.

The painting is a black superhero. After listening to Ou Xiaolu's opinion, Charles did not choose a reinforcement method that required long-term practice, nor did he bet on his own luck to prove that he only had a different European bloodline in his skin. As for mechanical science, he would not lose that person.

In the painting, Charles painted himself in the painting that he found an alien ruin, activated the high technology in the ruins, armed himself with alien technology, and became a superhero.

In order to make his paintings smoothly known to everyone, Charles cleverly came up with a solution. He used comics to draw pages of comics to introduce everything about superhero Charles. Finally, he said that he drew an oil painting about superhero Charles and planned to allow Dianping to be in Xinxiang.

This is actually a very reasonable idea. Use oil paintings to absorb public recognition and promote them in comics. Although there is only one page of comics, the effect of absorbing sunlight is very good.

In addition, the entire oil painting world of Amiliki Lighthouse Country is all in the world of abstract or retro. No one thought of painting an oil painting for a superhero, so Charles had a high chance of success in doing so.

Of course, Charles also has enough confidence. When he was with his mother, he spent most of his time carving the oil painting. He had a feeling that this was what he wanted. The graffiti he learned before was entirely for life and felt bored. Only oil paintings were his foundation.

He carefully adjusted every detail of the oil painting. Whenever he painted it almost the same, new ideas would appear in his mind. Slowly, an alien technology spacecraft underground was on the canvas in front of Charles. Among the alien technology spacecraft, there was a black superhero squatting on the upper hand of the spaceship bridge. In the darkness, the superhero was set off by a light and looked quite confident.

Under the superhero's eyes, there are broken petri dishes and green liquids. You can tell at a glance that it is a laboratory used to conduct human experiments. The chaotic layout below and the wires scattered all over the ground represent the camp that is completely opposite to the superhero, chaos.

Charles, holding a pen, looked at the painting in front of him and was hesitating. He always felt that he was a little short of something, but he could not destroy the integrity and beauty of the picture at this time. He was looking for the final inspiration, which may be the most awesome moment in his life.

At this time, Charles' comics about superheroes that he had drawn casually were printed into leaflets by his black brothers and spread on Xinxiang Street.

Most people who get this kind of comic that cannot be printed clearly will just take a look and throw it into the nearby trash can, but some people who are interested have noticed the contents of the comics.

The clown in the shadow somewhere, pinching the comic in his hand, muttering a name in a low voice.
Chapter completed!