Gu Huaiwei made a deal with them. If she helped them find their teammates and leave the dungeon alive, they would follow her back to the Oasis Sanatorium and pay their lifespans to stay there.
Xia Wenxin was able to walk with difficulty, but her appearance was unbearable to look at.
There were burns all over his body, and the originally healthy wheat-colored skin had grown a shocking patch of pink new flesh. The flesh was uneven and looked very unsightly.
The hair and eyebrows were also burned, leaving only charred marks on the exposed scalp.
But Xia Wenxin has a very good attitude.
She felt that she had broken the rules and was lucky to be alive. As for her appearance, she didn't care too much.
Gu Huaiwei asked the two of them to wait for her in a safe place.
Then, she took Bai Meimei to find Wang Junru, the boy who had wet his pants before, and Bai Yuzhen, the study committee member.
"Who are you looking for?" Han Zhusheng was wearing a classic Mao suit with buttons buttoned neatly and meticulously.
At this time, he was holding a few old books in his arms and putting them one by one on the empty bookshelf.
Gu Huaiwei replied, "Find two friends you've met. One of them had one ear pulled off by your staff, and the other is a skinny pale girl wearing a yellow sweater."
Han Zhusheng paused as he put down his bookshelf. His expression was grim as he said, "Reporter Wang is in my mother's studio. Do you want to go and see him?"
Mother?
That's the library director's wife.
If Fang Zhao were here, he would definitely remind her in horror that the library director was a poor single father who had no wife or son, only a daughter.
But Fang Zhao did not give the rules in his hand to Gu Huaiwei.
One reason is that rules are very important and cannot be shared casually.
The second reason is that there are too many things about Gu Huaiwei that are not in line with common sense, and he feels that she can definitely solve them even without rules.
Gu Huaiwei didn't need to be shy about anything. She asked, "Where is the studio?"
Han Zhusheng continued to place the books in his hands neatly on the bookshelf. After doing all this, he said politely, "Let me lead the way for you."
"Thank you very much."
After taking two steps, Han Zhusheng said casually, "It is said that last night, when you were playing hide-and-seek with Bella, you knocked out two of her teeth."
"It fell out on its own during her tooth replacement period." Gu Huaiwei said calmly. Without any evidence, she would not be so foolish as to admit it.
"Bella cried all night yesterday."
“…”
"You did a great job." Han Zhusheng exuded the unique texture of the black and white era. "Next time, you can just knock her head off or cut off her tongue. That way, she won't cry day and night."
His tone was gentle, as if he was suggesting how to prepare dinner, without any hint of blame.
"Ah?" Gu Huaiwei thought Han Zhusheng wanted to settle the score with her, but she didn't expect that he felt that she had not gone easy on him.
"Mom needs quiet when she paints." The smile faded, and Han Zhusheng's voice was low and slow, with a chill in it. "I hate noisy family members, too."
Gu Huaiwei did not respond, but sighed slightly, thinking to herself that the relationship in this family was really complicated, so it would be better to stay out of it.
Han Zhusheng seems to have a lot of opinions about Bella.
Along the way, Han Zhusheng seemed to have opened up his mouth, his tone filled with obvious resentment: "Bella is crazy. She often says outside that she is her father's only daughter and doesn't recognize me or her mother."
Gu Huaiwei pursed her lips and listened without expressing any opinion.
“Although it’s pitiful that Bella’s parents died, Dad really shouldn’t have brought Bella back.
Because of Bella, the relationship between Dad and Mom became strained.
Mom suspected Bella was Dad's illegitimate daughter. To show his loyalty, Dad removed his own shin bone and gave it to Mom to make a paintbrush.
However, after my mother got the paintbrush, she locked herself in the studio and refused to come out. She painted day and night and ignored everyone.
Han Zhusheng paused, then turned to look at Gu Huaiwei, saying seriously, "If you can persuade your mother to come out, I can sign a contract with you. I still have a month of vacation left, and we can leave the library together and explore the world outside the town."
Bai Meimei suddenly held Gu Huaiwei's hand tightly.
What are you trying to do?
The corridor was dimly lit, and Han Zhusheng's outline always reminded Gu Huaiwei of old-fashioned film. There was no extra expression on his face, as if he was always in a gray and white light and shadow, revealing a sense of nostalgia.
Fang Zhao and Gu Huaiwei explained that if the conditions proposed by Guiyi were met, they could sign a contract with Guiyi. There are long-term and short-term contracts. The one-month contract mentioned by Han Zhusheng is a short-term agreement.
Sign a contract with the weirdo, and the weirdo will be loyal to humans during the contract period.
It's like a big boost.
"If I sign a contract with you, does that mean you have to do whatever I tell you to do?"
"Of course." Han Zhusheng hadn't finished speaking.
Of course he would listen to her.
But when the time comes, he will charge a little price.
For example, Gu Huaiwei's beautiful eyes hidden behind the lenses.
The studio is located on the basement floor of the library.
Han Zhusheng took Gu Huaiwei into the elevator.
There was a strong smell of blood in the elevator, but no body was visible.
All the way down.
Han Zhusheng pointed to the red wooden door in the front and said, "Reporter Wang is inside. In order not to disturb Mom's painting, I won't go in."
"Okay, I'll go in by myself."
The red wooden door exuded an ominous aura.
Gu Huaiwei knocked on the door, but there was silence and no response from inside.
When I looked back, Han Zhusheng had disappeared from the end of the corridor.
This red wooden door is very unstable.
Although there is a lock on the inside, the door can be opened with a slight pull from the outside.
"Sorry to bother you." Gu Huaiwei opened the door and hung the broken lock back on.
The room was extremely messy, with tables, chairs and benches tilted to one side and the other. There were rats and maggots in the half-eaten lunch boxes, various unfinished paintings scattered on the ground, and the air was filled with the stench of paint and rotten food.
A woman with disheveled hair and wearing a snow-white long dress sits in front of an easel. Only her sharp chin can be seen from the side. Her painting hands are slender and pale. She holds a bone brush with a dreamy look in her eyes.
Wang Junru was lying on the ground covered in blood. His skin had been peeled off, but he was still alive. He was twitching on the ground like a worm.
The woman talked to herself.
Sometimes crying, sometimes laughing.
“Without pain, how can I create stunning paintings?”
“Pain is my bait.”
"I grind bones and mix them with blood to make dye, cut off skin and use it as a canvas. Painful memories are my inspiration. The pain that tears me apart at every moment guides my hands to create the most beautiful paintings."
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