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Even people who don't understand art will be amazed when they see this oil painting. This painting can't be said to perfectly restore the current scene, but there is always a rhythm and a desolate atmosphere in it.

On the side of the house, there is the back of a painter. In front of him is a drawing board. It seems that there is another room inside the drawing board, which is very magical.

And in the windows of the house, there seems to be a figure drawn, although it is just a touch of white, but it always makes people daydream.

"Look at this light, the sun is setting and the sun is setting, this light is too good."

"Come on, it's really pretending that you can understand this painting, everyone is so old, don't ruin this painting, but I think hanging this painting will definitely improve the style of the whole room!"

It's just that compared with the amazement of everyone, Zhang Yang is a little confused.

"Eh? Why don't I remember that I bought such a painting? And this painting is exactly the same as my villa, so I have to hire someone to paint it?"

Zhang Yang scratched his head, he really couldn't remember when he got such a painting.

"Honey, when did we buy this painting?!"

"Eh!"

The sister-in-law in the kitchen heard Zhang Yang's call, poked her head out of the kitchen, and looked in Zhang Yang's direction.

"Oh, are you talking about that painting? It was a gift from the neighbor next door!"

"Neighbor next door?"

"That's right, the neighbor next door to 404 seems to be a painter. I happened to meet him painting when I went out, and it happened to be our house. When he saw me, he gave it to me directly."

"Yo Zhang Yang, the place where you live is different, the neighbors have become more upscale, and there is still a painter sending paintings?"

Hearing the praise from his brothers, Zhang Yang didn't have time to think about it for a while, a little pride rose in his heart, and he raised his glass to drink.

"Don't be in a hurry, don't you still have time tonight?"

The sister-in-law came out of the kitchen with angry reproaches.

Time passed by little by little, and everyone didn't bother to look at the painting any more. They ate happily and drank so darkly.

When the time finally came to end the game, they played from daylight until almost twelve o'clock.

Zhang Yang's wife put away the bowls and chopsticks and got busy in the kitchen. She didn't drink much and couldn't get involved in the conversation between Zhang Yang and his brothers, so she wanted to wash the dishes first.

She also told Zhang Yang not to drink so much and send the brothers away safely.

"Brother Zhang, I really can't drink anymore and I have to go."

"Okay, okay, go back and pay attention to safety, remember to take the door behind you!"

Zhang Yang obviously forgot his wife's advice. At this moment, he himself was in a daze. He barely stood up from the chair and staggered. There was a sound of vomiting.

"It really doesn't work. People are old, and they are not as good as before."

The fat man looked at Zhang Yang who was running to vomit, and shook his head emotionally.

"Fatty, hurry up!"

Hearing the shouts from outside, the fat man quickly responded.

"and many more!"

Then the fat man ran two quick steps and was about to leave Zhang Yang's house, but inadvertently, when he turned around, he found that his wallet was still on the table.

"Look at my memory, I'm really confused."

The fat man laughed at himself, then turned around and shouted:

"Wait, I forgot my wallet!"

The fat man wobbled for two steps, then walked from the door to the dining table. The fat man picked up his wallet and turned to leave.

"Eh?"

The walking figure of the fat man paused suddenly, and then looked at the painting on the table suspiciously.

"Is this painting originally like this?"

The fat man was a little puzzled, maybe he was dizzy from drinking, but at this moment he actually got close to the painting and began to look at it carefully.

"this painting"

The fat man murmured, then stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the painting.

Why do the people in this painting seem to be moving?

The doubts on the fat man's brows became more intense, and he stared blankly at the painting, lost in thought for a moment.

And the painting flashed red, and it actually started to move.

I saw that the painter in this painting began to slowly turn his head, gradually turning his head, and the painter's face began to appear in the whole painting.

First a little profile, then half a face, and finally a full face.

Fatty looked at this face and opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Because he saw that the painter in this painting was himself.

"what!"

The fat man's wailing had just started before it stopped abruptly. His whole head was sucked into the painting, then his shoulders, then his legs.

His entire body was sucked into the painting.

In reality, nothing.

And the artist turned his head back.

Chapter 198 Investigation

Noon the next day.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door, waking up Zhang Yang who was still sleeping soundly. Zhang Yang's head was drowsy, and his expression was irritable. He casually grabbed a T-shirt and put it on, and walked out of the room sleepily.

Before him, his wife had already opened the door, Zhang Yang barely opened his eyes and asked:

"Wife, what's wrong?"

Zhang Yang walked to the living room and saw his wife talking with the police at the door.