The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 138
In the interrogation room with sizzling lights, messy tables and chairs and shocking bloodstains, it proved everything that just happened.

Greystrade, who was lying on the ground, stared at the ceiling with his eyes wide open, still maintaining that weird smile on his face.

After a while, a policeman with a briefcase quietly pushed open the door of the interrogation room.

Seeing the scene in front of him, he didn't show any panic on his face. Instead, he bowed respectfully and craftsman-like to Gravet on the ground in accordance with the traditional etiquette for subordinates to meet their superiors.

"Boss, what do you think of the talent I'm looking for? Not only did you send out an [invitation letter] for him, you even conducted an [interview] yourself to guide him to break free. He must have an excellent [personality], do you need it?" I made further contact with him, leading him to become..."

Without giving a direct response to the staff who made the business report, Gravet remained lying on the ground, and even his expression did not change.

He just lightly raised his index finger and put it near his mouth.

Then, the whole world fell silent.

Continue to maintain the posture of falling to the ground, immersed in it intoxicated, like a sommelier quietly appreciating the taste of a glass of fine wine, "Gratrade" opened his mouth slowly.

"Trying to understand others, and thinking you can understand them, is absurd and ridiculous. Don't try to understand, but feel..."

After the words were over, the whole world resumed its noise.

The policeman with the briefcase bowed again, sonorously and forcefully.

"I see! Thank you very much for your guidance!"

Looking at the ceiling, continuing to reminisce about the feelings of the previous game, "Gradestrade" no longer paid attention to the other party.

Compared with these stupid employees, it is better to play games with those players who are really "alive", and they can better understand the meaning of "existence".

buzzing-

In the silent interrogation room, the annoying sound of flies flying gradually sounded.

Aji, who had been bowing all the time, discovered that the BOSS had left this world at some point and went to another world.

The door to "Reality" has been opened, and she walked out along that door.

The ghosts and gods in the dream are about to go out to make trouble, and ordinary people in reality can also sleep forever in their dreams.

……

"what--"

Stretching vigorously, Mo Zhen woke up again from a deep, high-quality sleep.

This is the first time he played a game by actively entering the mental space.

Whether in sleep, or by concentrating to enter the mental space, as long as the spirit is consumed too much during the game, it will inevitably take a period of deep sleep to replenish the spirit after the game is over.

He casually glanced at the time.

11:11AM.

This time Mozhen went back to the cage and slept almost until lunch time.

However, due to the excess supplies during the previous class reunion, eating now is an unnecessary option for Mo Zhen.

blah blah-

The clear and pleasant knock on the door rang in Mozhen's ears.

Judging from the unhurried rhythm of knocking on the door, the visitor was a very polite person.

"Huh?! Who is it!"

Mo Zhen's eyes suddenly became sharp. In his perception, no one should come to the door.

As a great builder of spiritual civilization, Mozhen sometimes appears extra cautious.

He tiptoed close to the door and peeked out through the peephole.

What appeared in front of Mo Zhen was a very delicate portrait.

The light yellow hair flutters in the wind like the ears of wheat harvested in autumn, the blue eyes match the snow-white face, like blue lakes dotted on the field after snow.

It's just... art!
Snapped!
The door suddenly opened, and Mo Zhen opened his arms and said enthusiastically.

"Hi! My dear friend, what wind brought you here, let's celebrate this fateful encounter with a warm hug!"

Just as she took out her ID card from her bosom, and before she had time to explain, this lady-like figure in the painting felt Mo Zhen's embrace full of artistic enthusiasm.

Mo Zhen feels the art with the feelings of appreciating art, sight, touch and smell at the same time.

If possible, he would like to lick it and further appreciate it through taste...

But unexpectedly, this cold-tempered lady seemed extra tolerant.

According to the regulations, the other party is now qualified to kill Mozhen on the spot with regulations such as "obstructing official duties" and "assaulting investigators".

However, she didn't care about Mo Zhen's reckless behavior like acting art, instead she looked down at Mo Zhen curiously.

This look... It's like a dog owner looking at a pet dog lying in his arms and acting like a spoiled child.

While maintaining the movement of showing her credentials, she was as indifferent as water.

"I'm Ning Luofan, a special investigator from Tianlong Shangguo Zhenzhi Bureau. I want to consult you about a case. I should call you Mr. Mozhen, right?"

Hearing these official words, Mo Zhen was suddenly shocked.

He instantly understood the identity of the other party.

This person is the [expert] whom he glimpsed in the [Order of Order]!
Hiccup - this is the sound of Mo Zhen's palpitations.

At this moment, Mo Zhen's mentality changed...

Mo Zhen, who had already finished appreciating it, hugged him tightly with a brand new mentality, and made a second appreciation!

It feels like you see a very beautiful oil painting and cannot help appreciating it.

But suddenly, just as you are about to leave, someone tells you that this painting is actually the authentic work of Master Zijiasuo!

Then if you are a real artist, you will have a second appreciation with completely different eyes!

And Mo Zhen is such a master of art who really knows how to appreciate it!

After experiencing the authenticity of the other party for the second time, Mo Zhen reluctantly let go of his arms and made a gesture of invitation,
"That's right, I'm Mo Zhen, an art prodigy and reasoning consultant who lives in ham market in seclusion! I don't know if the respected expert comes to visit and discuss something, why don't you come in and talk about it!"

The blue and deep lake-like eyes glanced at Mo Zhen's Hall of Freedom.

Feeling the strong artistic atmosphere inside, Ms. Ning politely declined Mo Zhen's invitation with a blank face.

"No, just talk outside."

While tidying his collar, Mo Zhen tried his best to show himself as an artist, and said with great regret.

"Really? That's such a pity, we could have shared a hearty rice with pickled cucumber and ham..."

Rice with pickled cucumber and ham?

Ning Luofan's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.

In order to avoid getting involved with this strange substance, she glanced at the watch on her wrist and said calmly and wittily.

"Well, it should be lunch time from here to the city, why don't I treat you to lunch, we can chat while eating."

Hearing this, Mo Zhen opened his mouth in disbelief.

There is such a beautiful thing?Wouldn't that be awesome!

(End of this chapter)