After he drove the car into the garage, he suddenly thought of his driver's license with his home address registered, and the Dazai Jijoji Shushu who didn't seem to be a good stubble, first thought of whether to move and hide Qingjing, and then he reacted suddenly, why did he hide?
If that guy dares to come to the door and just throw him out, wouldn't it be okay?
If it's really pestering, then just dispose of him and flush him down the drain, and then brainwash the people who know him, clean up the memories related to him, and the trouble will be solved cleanly, right?
After figuring this out, Ichijoji Shushu left Osamu Dazai aside, who had followed his card pack, and he also left behind the follow-up of the spontaneously combusting bus.The following month was uneventful.Ichijo Temple's paintings sold well, and all three of the paintings in the gallery were sold, and the prices were good.There are no paintings in the gallery that are higher than the level of temple cultivation, and his paintings are not the focus of the gallery's publicity, but his paintings are the best sellers.One of the paintings was even seen by several people on the day of the exhibition, and it was bought by a well-known local entrepreneur in Yokohama.The entrepreneur also asked the gallery about the temple repair, and was surprised when he heard that he was not very old, and left with the painting after feeling a sigh.It may seem strange that a newcomer has sold all the paintings consigned to the gallery in just one month, but Ichijo Temple has long been surprised by this, so he was quite calm when he received the phone call.To be honest, it would be strange if his paintings didn't sell for a few months.It's not that he's inflated self-confidence and excessive self-awareness, but that he's seen so many of these things since he was a kid that it's almost the same as eating and drinking.I don't think so, but the gallery is different, this is simply too unexpected for them.Because they only set aside a place for the painting exhibition for a temple cultivator, the location is still relatively remote, and they didn't pay much attention to it at all, so they just hung it there and didn't care.Although they can make money by selling a painting by a temple cultivator, the key is that they have a very important solo exhibition to hold this month.The contracted artists who held the solo exhibition this time were the ones who put a lot of effort into packaging and publicity, and the degree of care and expectation for their paintings was not at the same level as that of a temple cultivator.There was such a thing in front of him, and of course the temple repair office was ignored.After all, he is not a contracted artist of the gallery, and he is not a painter who is already famous, and he is only a rookie in this industry at best.Unexpectedly, the benefits he brought to the gallery far exceeded the expectations of the gallery, and it can even be said that it was a very pleasant surprise.If a painting is a blind cat that crashes into a dead mouse and is in a hurry, but all three of them are sold, then it is not pure luck.In fact, if you ask a temple cultivator to say it, there is indeed an element of luck in it.It's just that for ordinary people, luck is unpredictable, unpredictable, and has great chance.A thing with a very small probability and high randomness, if the desired result of the person concerned is achieved, it can be called lucky.But here in a temple, it's the opposite, because it's his destiny that everything goes well, even if he doesn't think about it, everything will go smoothly.For example, the lottery ticket he bought casually would also win the jackpot.Because all the paintings were sold, the gallery called a temple repair more frequently, and the attitude was also very good, and he asked tentatively: Recently, there are customers who have asked about your paintings, when will you send a few more paintings?
If you're busy, we'll pick it up.Ichijoji Shu glanced at the painting he had just completed, and said without blushing and breathlessly: In another month, let's talk about painting a new work.The good mood of just finishing a satisfying new work disappeared without a trace in an instant after answering this phone call.Seeing that it was still early, a temple cultivator sat on the sofa with a fruit bowl, turned on the TV and glanced at it twice, there was no TV series to watch, so he stayed on the local news channel, picked up his mobile phone and swiped it.Mr.
Fujikawa, a well-known entrepreneur, painted an injured intensive care unit cursed bits and pieces Listening to a few key words, Ichijo Temple Shu spit out the grape seeds in his mouth, and still kept swiping his mobile phone in his hand, thinking casually: What kind of painting can make people live in the intensive care unit, and now the news is about to catch up with the TV series.Oh, and I forgot to mention that he's been chasing a supernatural horror TV series lately.But what Ichijo Temple Xiu never expected was that the development of things was even more dramatic than the TV series he was chasing.At nine o'clock the next morning, a temple cultivator who stayed up late last night to catch up on the drama hadn't gotten up yet, and he slept quite soundly.He likes to be quiet, so the rooms at home are well soundproofed.Especially in the bedroom and the studio, there is almost no sound coming in from outside the room.Therefore, he naturally failed to hear the doorbell, which had been pressed for almost ten minutes.Strange, aren't you at home?
Osamu Dazai put his hands on his forehead to build a pergola, looked up at the window on the second floor that was tightly covered by curtains, thought for a while, put his hands in front of his mouth to make a trumpet shape, and shouted loudly: Hey Xiujun!
Are you at home?
At this time, the neighbor's wife happened to pass by and cast a puzzled look at Osamu Dazai.Osamu Dazai glanced at the wife next door who was passing by and greeted him politely.It is no exaggeration to say that as long as Osamu Dazai wants to, from eighty to eight years old, there are very few women he can't handle.So after a while, the wife next door was coaxed by this person's sweet words to blush her cheeks, holding her face like a young and shy middle school girl, and immediately forgot the picture of Osamu Dazai yelling in front of someone else's house just now.Osamu Dazai also took the opportunity to ask his neighbor's wife about some information she knew about Ichijoji Shu.In fact, the neighbor's wife didn't know much, because this person didn't like to socialize or go out.Even if he occasionally meets when he buys groceries in the supermarket, the other party rarely cares about people, and the wife next door knows about him more than a month ago, he must wear a mask when he goes out, and his bangs are so good that he can block his eyes.There is very little information, but these alone can almost paint the image of a young man who lives alone, is withdrawn, and is not sociable.Osamu Dazai touched his chin and looked down to think about something.Are you his friend?
Why not call him?
The lady next door asked curiously.I'm a colleague of his.Osamu Dazai put his hands in the pockets of his trench coat and said with a smile that his mobile phone was turned off, and no one answered the landline, so I went directly to his house to look for him.The lady next door covered her slightly open mouth in surprise, oops, huh?
But I usually don't see how he goes out, do I think it's a family squat?
That's right, although I agree with it in my heart, but Osamu Dazai explained on his face: Because Xiujun's work can be completed only at home.The wife next door couldn't help but ask: What can be done at home?
Osamu Dazai: Xiujun is a painter, I'm his agent~ It turned out to be a painter, and the wife next door was even more surprised this time, muttering in her mouth: No wonder I heard that many artists are full of personality, and some even suffer from mental illness, and their way of thinking and behavior will be more extreme than ordinary people.They are tormented by these pains on a daily basis, but once it is time to paint, the physical and psychological pain collides and intertwines with the unwilling roars and struggles in their hearts, and the strong emotions rub together incredible sparks of inspiration.The mind breaks through the shackles of a fixed framework, and the soul is freed from the shackles of the heavy body.In this peculiar state of passion, passion, and almost madness, one after another amazing works were born from their hands, and the wife next door actually didn't know much about the painter, the only thing she knew was the famous Fan· Gao, his understanding of him also stopped at the author of "Sunflowers" and the ear cutting incident, so for a while, he brought a temple cultivator who was also a painter into the same idea.Looking at it this way, he didn't like to go out and didn't like to take care of people's homes, and in an instant he became a great painter with extremely high talent but suffering from physical and mental torture.This kid is too difficult, woo woo woo the wife next door was so sad that her eyes moistened by her own brain supply, took out her handkerchief and began to wipe her tears.Osamu Dazai: ?
In fact, occasionally he will feel that women's minds are as deep as needles under the sea, it is difficult to guess when he sees the neighbor's wife leave, Osamu Dazai stretched, looked around, there was no one around, and the roadside surveillance was also blocked, so he neatly climbed over the courtyard wall, walked to the door of the house, pulled out a hairpin from the bandage under his sleeve, hummed a self-made tune, and opened the door in three or two clicks.Excuse me~ Chapter 9 The Cursed Painting (2) Ichijoji Shu fell asleep and suddenly woke up.He was sure he hadn't slept enough, and he was still sleepy.It was as if the eyes were stuck with glue, and they couldn't be opened at all.But he wasn't woken up by an alarm clock, he wasn't awakened by a dream, he wasn't woken up by a cold or a hot wake, he didn't want to go to the toilet, and there was nothing important for him to think about today.Why did he wake up suddenly?
Ichijo Temple Xiu thought about it with his eyes closed, but he didn't figure out a reason.If he wanted to continue sleeping, he covered his head with the quilt and tossed and turned on the bed like a pancake for a long time, never being able to sleep.Anyway, I'm awake, so let's go to the bathroom.With such thoughts, he lifted the quilt and rolled over and got out of bed with fluffy hair and sleepy eyes.When passing by the corridor, a temple cultivator suddenly felt that something was strange, as if his home was not the same as usual.It's just that his mind is not very clear at this moment, and the speed at which his brain receives and processes information is so slow that it seems to be stagnant.When he walked to the bathroom door in a daze, he didn't understand what was going on.And as soon as the bathroom door closed, he followed and threw the stubble behind him.After going to the bathroom, he was ready to go back to his room and continue to sleep.It's just that when I was passing through the hallway, that strange feeling just now came back.But unlike before, this time his brain was back in operation.He had just walked to the bedroom door and paused.He finally found out what was wrong with his family, who was watching a funny artist show in his living room, and pounding the floor and laughing loudly?!!
Whoosh, a temple cultivator disappeared into the hallway.At the same time, in the living room.Osamu Dazai sat cross-legged on a soft, handmade rug, squeaking and munching on the only packet of potato chips that had been turned out of the TV stand.The volume of the TV is turned on quite loudly, for fear of waking up the owner of the house who is sleeping lazily on the second floor.At the climax of the show, the wonderful performance of the funny artist made the audience and Osamu Dazai burst into shocking laughter.The latter laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, and he even lay on the carpet and slammed it on the ground.At this moment, a temple cultivator suddenly appeared behind the sofa.The friction of the air currents caused by the teleportation was easily drowned out by the sound of the TV and Osamu Dazai, so the latter showed no signs of being alarmed at all.A temple cultivator looked condescendingly at this uninvited guy who dared to be so arrogant and presumptuous on his territory, his face was gloomy as if it was covered with thick dark clouds, and in the next second, there would be a heavy rainstorm with wind and lightning.Osamu Dazai couldn't straighten his waist at all when he smiled, and he didn't realize the arrival of a Ichijoji temple.A temple cultivator didn't make a sound to remind him of what he meant, he stretched out his right hand expressionlessly, and with a grip out of thin air, the sharp kitchen knife used to chop ribs in the kitchen appeared in his hand.The couch between the two of them floated unaffected by gravity, making way for a temple cultivator.A temple shroud stepped barefoot on the plush carpet, his footsteps so light that he could barely be heard, and soon walked behind Osamu Dazai.That's all for today's show, we'll see you next time, bye-bye~ Just at this time, the show is over.The comedian on TV bowed goodbye to the audience and the audience in front of the TV, and withdrew to a roar of applause.Osamu Dazai wiped the corners of his eyes with tears of laughter with the back of his hand, and quickly collected his expression.He took out a tissue from the low table next to him, slowly wiped the potato chip residue on his fingers, and then greeted with a smile: Ah~ Xiujun, good morning!
He has a leisurely demeanor and a relaxed tone, with a kind of calmness and calmness as if everything is being planned.Good morning.A temple cultivator's voice was low and hoarse, with a thick sense of unhappiness.He grabbed Osamu Dazai's hair with one hand and lifted the latter's head upward.Oops, I don't know your phone, I rang the doorbell and no one opened the door, so I hissed Okay, okay, I know you're angry, but can you light it down, your scalp hurts a little.Osamu Dazai muttered, speaking in a soft tone, the tail note was unconsciously prolonged, and he made a few turns, sounding a bit like he was coquettish.If a big man spoke so sticky, others would have been disgusted a long time ago, but on Osamu Dazai, people don't feel the slightest sense of disobedience.However, a temple cultivator will not pay attention to these.He grabbed Osamu Dazai's hair with one hand and held the kitchen knife high with the other, and his voice was cold, like a poisonous snake hissing and spitting snake letters in people's ears, which made people shudder.It takes a lot of effort to chop the bones into small pieces.Chop bones?
Osamu Dazai tilted his head in confusion, and then saw the bone chopping knife held in the hand of Ichijoji Shushu at a glance.Osamu Dazai, who didn't think it was like before, instantly broke out in a cold sweat, is there an easier way to die?
A temple cultivator tugged at the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: Do you think you have a choice?
As soon as he heard him say this, Osamu Dazai breathed a sigh of relief, and not directly chopping the knife off meant that there was room for turning.Hey, this kind of death that hurts when he hears it, he definitely doesn't want to experience it, okay!
But a temple cultivator is more brutal than he imagined, listen to what I say next, you can think about what kind of death method for me.You won't suffer anyway, and you'll definitely be interested in this matter.Osamu Dazai said unhurriedly, not paying attention to the bone chopping knife hanging above his head, as if he was sure that a temple cultivator would not do anything to him.Dare to bargain with him?
Ichijo Temple Xiu sneered, does this guy really think he is some kind of good stubble?
Why else do you decide what kind of death to give him after listening to it?
He flexibly pulled a knife flower and slashed it down on Osamu Dazai's head!
Osamu Dazai is wandering, and he doesn't move.There was a muffled thud, and the back of the knife slammed into his head.Hey, it hurts.Osamu Dazai covered the place where he was knocked and complained again.It's all painful, are you a delicate lady?
Ichijo sneered casually and let go of the hand that was holding his hair.The kitchen knife was thrown aside by him, disappeared into the air with a swish, and fell into the kitchen sink with a clatter.The sound seemed to turn on some invisible switch, and the kitchen suddenly became lively, and the clink began to make breakfast.