"What do you think the emotion of this painting is?", an androgynous voice sounded in Ning Que's ears.

When I turned around, I saw a tall girl in a white suit standing next to me. She seemed to be at least a head taller than me.

Seeing that Ning Que didn't answer, she asked, "Hmm?" The slightly upturned ending tone carried a hint of itchiness.

White rain? White rain!

Ahhhh, this young lady is so cool!

Hmm? The smell of blood? Is your period coming? It makes me feel inexplicably irritated, yet at the same time, I feel an inexplicable sense of trust.

It makes people feel very contradictory.

The painting depicts a man with thorns wrapped around his body, facing a monster with bared fangs and claws. The scars on the man's body, the blood flowing down, and the fear on his face that is about to overflow from the canvas are all vivid, giving the viewer a great sense of empathy.

"Fear, terror, you've already drawn it out, and you still ask me." To be honest, Ning Que's words were definitely not polite, but she still smiled faintly.

"Heh! What can you say, woman? You are so rude to the master. Every painting of the master is the essence, and you, a country bumpkin, don't understand anything at all." A very delicately dressed little girl looked at her with a mocking expression.

But Ning Que looked at her as if she were nothing and completely ignored her words.

More and more people gathered here. Every well-dressed, prominent man and woman formed a semi-closed circle here. Everyone pointed and talked, with disdain in their words.

Bai Yu still had a faint smile on her face, covering her face like a mask, but Ning Que could interpret something from it.

I have a lot of fans, so you'd better ask me for help. I can say a few words for you, otherwise, you might not end up well.

Ning Que thought, who am I? There are only so few of us here, why should I be so scared?

The sounds of responsibilities outside are getting louder and louder, like flies and mosquitoes, buzzing around your ears.

"The main character hasn't spoken yet, what are you shouting about? You're whining like you're the aunties and uncles selling vegetables in the market! You're the ones lowering the level of this place." Ning Que said with a smile.

"Which family are you from? You have no manners at all. I'm from the Li family in City A, and you?" The little girl was choked by her and had to arrogantly bring out the support behind her.

"Me! I belong to your dear father." Ning Que went back and forth with her, it was so lively.

The mask on Bai Yu's face began to falter. He raised his hand slightly and said, "Please be quiet. I'd like everyone to go to my 'Drunken Life and Dreams of Ancient and Modern Times' and give me some comments."

Everyone present except Ning Que fell silent, but she suddenly became possessed by a stubborn spirit, "Neither ancient nor modern, it's really a combination of ancient and modern, let's go!" She pushed through the crowd and walked out.

Ning Que saw Bai Yu's expression darken visibly, but he managed to maintain his composure, speaking in a gentle tone, "Is that so? I'll change it then."

"Master, your tone is always nice, even when you meet a villain." The rich girl said in a deliberately loud voice.

"Yes, after all, I'm still young. According to what you said, your master is a thousand-year-old monster!" Ning Que immediately retorted. Seeing her anxious look, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

As we walked deeper, we reached the end of the corridor, where there was a wooden door. Inside, we found some painting tools piled in the corner. The most striking thing was the long corridor covered in paintings, stretching as far as the eye could see. The gorgeous chandelier overhead made the banquet in the painting seem like a real-life experience.

"This is the inspiration that the Last Supper gave me. Human wisdom and knowledge are passed down from generation to generation. If we can allow the old to have a dialogue with new people, I believe it will surely spark intense intellectual excitement." She paused, then said passionately, "I can only express this emotion through this painting."

To be honest, this art exhibition was very boring, it was all flattery. Ning Que was chatting idly with the ghosts who had contact with the other two women in the work group. Fortunately, there were plenty of refreshments here, enough to while away the rest of the time.

The work group that was temporarily created to investigate this matter was constantly buzzing with bubbles.

The female ghosts who went to investigate the other two suddenly mentioned, "It is said that Bai Yu often invites An Wei to her studio to watch her paint, and they also go to art exhibitions together."

Ning Que raised his greasy index finger and thumb and typed with his middle finger, "Otherwise, after she's done, I'll just put her in a sack and bring her back for you to see if there's anything wrong with her."

She was chatting happily when she suddenly saw Bai Yu coming over with a glass of fruit juice. She plopped down next to her and smiled softly, "Where did you get this dress custom-made? It's simple and elegant, and looks quite expensive."

The price is high = I can make a lot of money by selling it, which is equivalent to me making a lot of money for free, making a lot of money without losing anything.

But on the surface, he still looked calm and unperturbed. Ning Que hummed twice, and the sound seemed to come out of his nostrils.

Otherwise, I will ask her to go to a remote place now, and then bang, the task can be completed. At worst, I can let Sister Li see if she can erase some of her memories.

"Are you interested in visiting my studio after finishing your time here?" Bai Yu suddenly invited her.

This was like a pillow thrown into the air when one was asleep, and Ning Que agreed without hesitation.

"Would you like to have dinner together?" Bai Yu asked Ning Que, who was sitting in the corner, with a polite smile after seeing the last visitor out.

"No need, just watch it if you want. I'll go home after watching it! And I'm not hungry now." Ning Que also showed the empty snack table next to him.

Ning Que said that if she did this in other places, she would definitely be kicked out, and next time there might even be a sign on the door saying "Ning Que and pets are not allowed to enter."

But Bai Yu still maintained his composure well. He raised his right hand and made a gesture of invitation, then led the way.

"Uh, why did you bring me here?" Ning Que looked at the long corridor lined with paintings.

Bai Yu moved closer to Ning Que's neck, and her hot and moist breath hit her neck, making her feel a little nervous.

Bai Yu stood in the half-lit corridor with a look of satisfaction as if he had taken drugs, and his whole body merged into the painting behind him.

The flickering lights made his face seem separated from his body. His lips were so red they looked like they were about to bleed. His voice, which was originally indistinguishable between male and female, became extremely magnetic. "Aren't you afraid?"

Ning Que looked up at the dim light and said, "Your lamp should be replaced. The quality is not very good."

He asked again, "Aren't you afraid?"

Ning Que once again looked at the fading lamp and said, "It's time to change your lamp."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a snap and the entire corridor fell into darkness.

He asked again, "Aren't you afraid?" But there was a hint of impatience in his voice.

Suddenly, a small beam of light came out from Ning Que's mobile phone. In the dim light, one could see the dust dense in the air, and his face looked even paler, with even his eyebrows covered in a layer of white light.

There was another long silence. When Ning Que's mouth opened slightly, he spoke before she could say anything, "Besides the fact that your lamp should be changed, do you have anything else to say?"

Ning Que shook his head, then nodded, "You look so ugly under this light!"

Bai Yu's mouth was half open, and the pens in the bucket behind him were clanging against each other. The door was closed, but a cold wind could still be felt in the corridor.

Ning Que silently turned around and fiercely kicked the noisy bucket. "It's more normal to ask now, 'Are you scared?'"

Bai Yuhua disappeared into the darkness, saying only, "I've already recognized you as a man dressed as a woman. Don't deliberately raise your voice to talk to me. Never mind. It's rare that I find a man I like. So, whatever you say!"

"Man?" Ning Que silently looked himself up and down. Hmm, he felt that he looked quite feminine today. "How did you recognize him?"

Bai Yu had an expression that said, "I knew it." He cast his gaze at a certain place and coughed.

"?" Ning Que's expression changed, "You are the man, I am a real woman!"

"Welcome to your happy Garden of Eden." A vague and drifting voice lingered in the air.

Ning Que felt something was wrong and his whole body tensed up.

At this moment, a very thick paintbrush flew out of the bucket. He grabbed it and his face instantly disappeared in the floating mural. Many voices came from inside the wall, "Come in and play! Let's start painting!"

Ning Que complained, "If you hadn't said the last part, I would have thought this was an ancient brothel."

The pen holders were flying in the air with clanging sounds, the paintings on the wall were doubled, his face was mixed in the continuous paintings, sometimes big and sometimes small, and suddenly a pen drew a circle in the air, and the circle kept expanding and attacked Ning Que.

Ning Que leaned back and the circle narrowly avoided him, but the red satin bow on his waist was cut in half by the circle, and in the blink of an eye it appeared on the ground in front of the long table in the painting.

Ning Que watched the million-dollar clothes being destroyed, and all he could think about was, "I lost, I lost, I lost! I want this tranny to pay for it!"

Then another slowly expanding circle came over her. She was like swaying waterweed at the bottom of the water, slowly and skillfully avoiding the bubbles in the water. The inky circles became more and more, and Ning Que was like a fish swimming in them.

"Okay, there's still some time left!" The exasperated tone filled the corridor like a 3D looping sound.

When Ning Que saw the ink on his pen gradually fade to the tip, he quickly crumpled up the tissue, took out his lighter, lit it, and threw it over like this.

Bai Yu's pupils widened as he watched a ball of red flames coming towards him. He was wondering where these things came from, but seeing that the painting was about to catch fire, he threw the pen into the air without thinking, and then circles of air waves were released.

The paper towel, which had been burned to a crispy layer and still had a faint flame, was extinguished instantly when stepped on by a pair of leather shoes on the brown-red carpet, leaving only a gray powder.

"There's a new person here, why is it a woman?" A man with a big belly wearing a big vest and suit pants stood there.

"Am I not a woman?" Ning Que looked around the place.

There was a large open space in the middle, and behind it were large floor-to-ceiling windows, at least three or four stories high. Red velvet curtains with tassels hung down to the ground covered half of the windows. The walls were covered with large and small photo frames, all of which were portraits of people. In the middle was a long table filled with food, and many people were eating there. The ground was covered with large areas of brown-red carpets with intricate patterns, which complemented the patterns on the walls.

"Where is this place?"

The fat man burped long and hard, patted his stomach, and said proudly, "This is our paradise for men. It's a pity for you to come in!"

Ning Que walked forward to take a look at the food which was less than half eaten. Wow, it was all solid stuff. On this long table, Boston lobster, caviar and so on were as common as ordinary shrimps and pickles.

There is an old man eating slowly at the table. No, with his curly hair, fat hooked nose, deep eye sockets, and steel wool-like beard, he looks like one of those foreign old men who are celebrities hanging in the school corridors.

He elegantly picked up a piece of white cloth beside the table and wiped his mouth, saying in a playful Mandarin, "Let Chaofeng arrange it!"

After saying that, he took out a small bell from his suit pocket and shook it.

Then a man in a blue vertical striped suit came out of a small room under the stairs, pushing a cart. His voice seemed to come from the belly, "Girl, please follow me."

Forget it, men are men, it doesn’t matter.

"Do you know? You look a lot like someone." Ning Que tried to strike up a conversation with her while contacting Yiping.

I haven't contacted Yiping for a long time. Talking to him is like a drop of water falling into the ocean, without any sound.

He walked in silence, without even making a sound.

"He's more like a high-tech robot. It's useless to ask him questions." The man in the big vest said to Ning Que as he passed by.

"Do you know? There was a girl who did the same job as you. She was working in a weight loss center. One day, for some unknown reason, all her bones were pulled out, leaving her with very little flesh. Where do you think the flesh went?"

Ning Que heard the distinct sound of swallowing saliva nearby. The man asked tremblingly, "Uh, where did you go?"

Ning Que replied with a smile, "Of course it went into the stomachs of those who were trying to lose weight."

Then she continued quietly, "You know, that meat is incredibly fresh and sweet, with a hint of sweetness. The thin layer of fat on top, sandwiched between the elastic muscles, melts in your mouth. It's comparable to top-quality salmon meat."

The man in the big vest shuddered, looking like he wanted to escape but didn't dare.

Ning Que patted his shoulder and pointed at the robot named Chao Feng. "I just wanted to scare him. After all, didn't you say it was a high-tech robot? By the way, what's your name?"

"I, my name is Yuanshi. You have a good rest, I'm leaving first." After saying that, he ran away.

Ning Que looked at his back, smacked his lips, and patted Chao Feng's shoulder with a grin, "Let's go! I want to pick the best room, the one with a balcony!"