Chapter 956 Studio (please ask for monthly tickets at the end of the month)

Sifang Street is located near Yangdu's famous attractions and is part of the old city. Jinxiu Dongfang Community is also very old, with no building over six floors and equipped with elevators.

Lumian followed Anderson and turned to the building closest to the entrance of the community.

As he went up the stairs, he couldn't help but raise his right hand and pinch his nose.

There are many strong smells here.

Anderson turned sideways and laughed:

"The whole building is being renovated."

At some point, two pieces of white paper were stuffed into his nostrils.

"Why are they all renovating?" Lumian did not hide his doubts.

Anderson glanced at him, smiled and said:

"This community is too old. Most of the owners have moved out and chose to rent out the vacant houses. Some people have rented all the rooms in this building and plan to..."

Having said this, Anderson paused, his smile became obvious in the dim corridor, and his voice became deeper:

"I plan to open a B&B hotel."

"Color painting", right? That person is yourself, right? Lumian was mentally prepared for this and frowned slightly:

“Isn’t there an art studio in this building?

"How can you say you have rented all the rooms?"

Anderson tightened the white paper ball in his nostril:

"Is it possible that the person who opened that studio was the same person who rented the other rooms?

"The B&B hotel he wants to open is adjacent to scenic spots, hidden in a community, and themed around paintings."

Lumian still pinched his nose, pretending to be suddenly enlightened and said:

"That's it."

Because the smell of decoration in the corridor was too strong, the two did not slow down while talking, and soon reached the top floor, which was the sixth floor.

The doors of both households here are open, and there are brightly colored spray paintings on the wall facing the stairs. The core of the spray paintings are four words:

"Mute Studio"

"This name is quite special." Lumian commented sincerely.

By the time we get here, the decoration smell has faded away.

Anderson took off the white paper ball stuffed in his nostrils and explained seriously:

"Painting is done with the hands, not the mouth. The mute person represents the studio's expectations for the students: focus, quietness, and attentiveness."

"That's a great explanation." Lumian clapped his hands.

Anderson did not feel dissatisfied and said with a smile:

"This is not my forced explanation, it was the owner of the studio who said it."

"My sister once taught me dialectics. She believes that no matter how bad a word is, it can find its good side. Do you think that's right?" Lumian asked with a smile.

Anderson nodded:

"If you think it's right, then it's right."

He led Lumian to the door on the left.

Lumian was not in a hurry to go in. He stood at the door and looked at the fairly spacious living room.

This place has obviously undergone some renovations, and there are oil paintings hanging on the walls:

There was darkness there, with only a slight golden-red "dawn" painted in the distance, a "storm" with turbulent dark blue waves, a large number of "pilgrims" with blurry figures walking in the wilderness, and a ferocious "monster" emerging from the bottom of the sea.

and "pirates" rescuing their own ships.

The painting "Pirates" suddenly reminded Lumian of the latest volume of "The Great Adventurer". He saw vines and watermelons growing on the heads of those figures, and milky white liquid was spraying everywhere on the deck.

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Is this recreating Gehrman Sparrow's experience? Lumian was thoughtful and stared at the sea monster that looked like a giant leech with sharp teeth in its mouth for two seconds.

Anderson walked to the drawing board in the middle of the living room and turned around.

Lumian looked around and followed in slowly, asking with "doubt":

"Where is the owner of the studio?"

Anderson raised his right hand and pointed at himself.

"Are you the owner of the studio?" Lumian confirmed with "surprise".

Anderson nodded.

Lumian suddenly smiled:

"Why don't you speak? Is your throat suddenly hoarse? Have you become mute?"

Anderson, wearing a black T-shirt, spoke sign language.

Lumian looked at it for a long time without understanding what he was saying, and said thoughtfully:

"I wonder if there is a small program that can translate sign language..."

Anderson picked up the brush, took a piece of white paper from the side, and wrote something in dark red.

Unlike Lumian and others, he can write the common characters of the dream city.

Lumian looked intently and saw a paragraph written on the white paper:

"It's best not to speak in the studio and treat yourself as mute."

Lumian raised his eyebrows, and before he could speak, he saw Anderson add a sentence with dark red paint with a gloomy expression:

"You just spoke."

Lumian suddenly felt a bit cold on the back of his neck, as if a cool breeze was blowing.

He didn't look back and didn't seem to feel anything.

Anderson wrote another paragraph, and the dark red of the paint seemed to become a lot brighter:

"Do you know this guy?"

After writing, he turned the drawing board around and let the painting above appear in front of Lumian's eyes.

The painting was of a woman, tall, with a thin face, light blue and clear eyes, bright and majestic appearance, and a strange sharpness.

This is Lumian himself.

It’s his female form!

A smile broke out on Lumian's face and he answered Anderson's question:

"I don't know."

As his voice echoed, something cold and wet suddenly stuck behind him.

Lumian suddenly grabbed it with his hand, and red flames burned in his palm.

As the flames compressed, he saw what was attacking him.

That is the giant "leech" in the "Monster" oil painting. Its pink to transparent body extends from the painting, and its mouthparts open to its maximum size, capable of biting an adult's head.

Looking at the densely packed pale teeth with blood-colored roots, Lumian directly slapped the red-red almost white fireball in his hand.

Boom!

The fireball exploded instantly, enveloping the sea monster that emerged from the painting.

The shock wave carrying the flames swept quickly around, igniting every painting, every drawing board, and every person here!

At this moment, blue water surged out of the "Storm" oil painting, pouring into the room and drowning all the flames.

Lumian's figure disappeared from the spot and appeared behind the mute Anderson.

His eyes were completely black, reflecting a hint of paleness.

Lumian clenched his right fist and thrust it out, hitting the mute Anderson on the back.

This punch, with a rumbling explosion, tore Anderson's flesh and blood, penetrated his body, and hit the oil painting and drawing board with Lumian's female image.

The mute Anderson's body suddenly burst, thinned rapidly, and turned into a portrait with a huge gap.

This portrait painting and the oil painting with Lumian's female image were ignited by red flames, and completely turned into black and light ashes in just a few seconds.

And as the mute Anderson turned back into a painting, both the azure water pouring into the room and the sea monsters scrambling to get out disappeared, leaving only the motionless oil paintings.

Lumian scanned around and found that a giant "leech" was really missing from the "Monster" painting. The floor of the studio was full of traces of being poured with water and shredded paper that had not yet been burned through.

It became extremely quiet here, with no living beings except Lumian himself.

Lumian then visited the two houses that formed the studio and found no other abnormalities.
To be continued...