rpbooks Chapter 430 A Kiss for My Tomie Wife
Chapter 430 A Kiss for My Tomie Wife
Generally speaking, art exhibitions are not held in big cities, nor in small towns.
Upon seeing the introduction of "Mitsuo Mori" on the display board, Kyushitsu thought to himself that this artist had a unique perspective.
As soon as she entered, Tomie began to appreciate the paintings, but after looking at two, a hint of disdain appeared in her critical eyes.
"The painting skills are mediocre, and the model is even uglier, looking like a fool."
Jiuzhi Che laughed: "The most beautiful one is our Tomie, isn't she?"
"Sweet talk, I'll reward you."
Tomie kissed the corner of his mouth.
"That one seems interesting."
Tomie saw a painting that piqued her interest. She went closer to take a look and saw that it was a painting of a girl with a broken feeling, with large swaths of bright red paint and the scars on the girl's body quite impactful.
Tomie likes red, so I'd give her a 6 out of 10.
Jiuzhiche, however, was drawn to another painting.
It was a painting with a dark color scheme, surrounded by a dark and oppressive sky, with a distorted fleshy ball in the center, and the ground surface with layers of ravines and textures, which was quite vivid, as if it were a twisted creature that was constantly expanding and pulsating.
Jiuzhiche was very familiar with it; he had even played the hammer game on it.
It seems that Mitsuo Mori has some skill; he actually managed to capture a bit of the essence of Hell Star in his drawing.
But Jiuzhiche wasn't praising him; this stuff was definitely a pollutant.
Ordinary people can easily have their minds corrupted if they watch it for too long.
Don't be fooled by the fact that dealing with Hellstar is not difficult for him. In reality, Hellstar's gaze on this planet and its unconscious pressure are enough to drive ordinary people mad.
It's somewhat similar to the indescribable contamination of the Cthulhu gods in my previous life.
At this moment, many people were attracted by the painting and praised it repeatedly.
Painting is not only about capturing the form, but also the spirit; only by bringing out the unique charm can a painting attract attention.
A look of fascination crossed one of his faces. He felt as if the fleshy mass in the painting was looking at him, and the trembling sensation throughout his body captivated him.
As Horie Nana saw more and more people gathering around the painting, she couldn't help but feel resentful.
The exhibition's theme was "Nana's Lazy Life," but Mitsuo Mori insisted on including that painting, saying it was a contrast between the apocalypse and ordinary life, making it more interesting and memorable.
As a result, half the people were attracted to it!
"Is this model Nana?" A girl visiting the museum called out to Horie Nana. "Mori Hikaru-sensei's drawing is so good, the portrait looks exactly like you."
"Thank you." Nana forced a smile, then suddenly froze.
The crowd that had gathered to watch "Hell Star" dispersed considerably.
"Ah, it's just so-so. Why did you seem so out of your mind just now?"
"It's not as good as the portrait of the beautiful woman next to me."
"The meatball is too ugly."
Nana didn't know what had happened, but that didn't stop her from being happy.
"Beautiful lady, do you like this one?"
The man's voice next to her interrupted Tomie's thoughts. She frowned slightly. "Utterly unoriginal, affected poses, garbage."
Mori Mitsuo's lips twitched stiffly as he suppressed his anger and invited, "A beautiful painting requires both a model and an artist. With your assets, Miss, and a good artist, it's bound to cause a sensation in the art world!"
"I am but a humble painter. Would I have the honor of inviting you, Miss...?"
A soft sneer escaped Tomie's lips, the laughter shallow yet filled with cold indifference: "Where did this third-rate artist come from? You bark at me for saying one thing? Before you start licking your lip, wash off that stinking perfume. It's pointless."
She didn't give him another glance and was about to pull Jiu Zhiche away when suddenly she paused, "A-Che, over here."
Mori Mitsuo, his face ashen, noticed that Tomie, who had been so verbally aggressive just moments before, had instantly softened, her sharp edges disappearing completely.
And all of this is because of one man.
Jiuzhi Che hummed in agreement, glanced at Mori Mitsuo, and thought, "Tsk tsk, this guy looks glamorous, but his soul is twisted."
This indicates that the person has done many bad things, has a dark mind, and shows signs of being corrupted by the planet Hell.
Given time, it will become another strange phenomenon.
"We've finished watching, let's go."
Jiuzhiche lost interest in watching any further; he'd rather spend that time looking at the Scarecrow.
Of all the paintings in the gallery, only the one depicting Hellstar is somewhat interesting.
As for the painter, simply purify the distorted power.
Overcome with jealousy, Mori Mitsuo was about to call a halt to the two of them when a sudden, sharp pain shot through his heart. He clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground.
At that moment, something seemed to drift away from him...
Two days later.
"Ah Che, do we really have to go to the cemetery on a rainy day? Wouldn't it be better if we just stayed under the eaves, just the two of us?"
Tomie hasn't been clamoring to dig up graves these past few days because exploring life is much more fun than digging up graves.
There was nothing particularly intense between them; they just chatted and strolled around, which was quite relaxing.
Tomie thought this was pretty good.
"So you really have to stay behind me?"
Helpless, Jiuzhi Che tightened his grip on his neck, and Tomie gave him a little push like she was riding a horse: "What, you have a problem with carrying me?"
"If you have a problem with that, then you knead the dough!"
Her constant back and forth was making him feel awkward, but luckily he had strong self-control.
"It's not that you're unsteady on your feet," Tomie retorted without a hint of guilt.
Jiuzhiche was too lazy to argue.
Tomie held the umbrella in one hand, tilting it slightly, and Jiuzhi Che's shoulder was immediately soaked. She laughed like a child who had successfully pulled a prank, her chest shaking with laughter.
He probably learned it from the little girl Tomie!
Jiu Zhiche muttered, "Childish."
Once people relax, their thinking and behavior become childish.
When we arrived at the cemetery, it was surrounded by people in three or four layers.
However, they unconsciously made way for each other, and the people who made way didn't notice anything unusual. Afterwards, they quietly returned to their original positions.
Jiuzhiche made it to the epicenter of the accident without any obstruction.
The woman formerly known as Setsuko's current husband collapsed next to the scarecrow, his face filled with terror and his mouth agape.
Setsuko was in tears, kneeling on one knee, barely able to straighten her back.
"First she lost her son, then her husband, alas."
"But how could he have died next to Xiao Mao's tombstone? He must have done something wrong!"
"Don't talk nonsense. Haven't you hurt Setsuko enough already?"
Jiuzhiche observed Xiaomao's scarecrow and noticed that his once clean soul had become tainted with filth.
"What a tragedy."
The man sighed and shook his head. It was Numata. He hesitated for a moment, then suddenly raised his voice, "Mrs. Yamada, didn't you ever wonder why Shigeru, who never plays in the water, went to the river that day?"
Setsuko was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
"You only have Shigeru as family now, don't you?" Numata said expressionlessly.
Setsuko suddenly looked at her long-dead husband, as if struck by a sudden thought.
Actually, she had a brief moment of doubt...
But Shigeru is still a child, how could Yamada...?
Numata didn't say anything more and squeezed out of the crowd.
Let Setsuko think that way; the two sorrows have been transformed into one. However, he didn't speak without reason.
Before Shigeru disappeared, he saw Yamada following behind him.
He didn't think much of it at the time, but now, heaven knows what the truth is.