Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 290 Pickman's Black and White Paintings
Professor Howard fumbled in his pocket, looking a little confused.

This didn't seem to be something he was used to wearing.As a fairly well-known professor, coupled with his upbringing from a young age, he usually dresses more formally when going out, wearing a formal suit and a tie strictly.

Even during the period when he was almost living on the street, he would try his best to maintain the last dignity of an intellectual. He would comb his hair meticulously, fasten every button, and clean his leather shoes diligently before going out.

But now he is dressed very casually, with a brown jacket thrown on casually and blue overalls with rough fabrics. Such a strange combination is basically something he would not wear.

He was slightly stunned for a moment, but then he felt that this seemed quite normal and there was nothing special about it.

Moreover, he always felt that he should carry a notebook with him now...or a silver-white book?He didn't have much impression of it, but he always felt that he should have such a book.

Although Howard Wilson usually sleeps deep in his consciousness and is not mentally normal, he shares a life with Nanke after all. Now, whether from a realistic point of view or a mystical point of view, Howard and Nanke are both Can be regarded as the same person.

Since they are the same person, they will definitely influence each other. Just as Nanke has obtained Howard's memory, Howard can also feel or subconsciously perceive what Nanke has done to some extent.

He knew that the book had magical functions and contained many terrifying monsters sealed in it. It was a very important thing.

But now he can't find the mysterious book no matter how hard he searches, and he can't visualize the book through imagination or subconsciousness.After all, he only knew the existence of the book, but did not know the principle of the book. Even if it were realized, it would probably be just the same notebook with no real function.

He just fumbled in the pockets of his clothes in vain, but couldn't find anything.

However, suddenly, he fumbled for a piece of paper from his pocket. The paper was rough, but very thick. It seemed that it had been in the pocket for a long time, and it felt a little wrinkled.

He took it out with some confusion. It seemed to be a painting, not finished, only a simple line drawing drawn with pencil, but it was lifelike.

It was a very small figure, compared to the city of giants in the distance, it looked extraordinarily small, as if it could be easily crushed.

But that back figure is indeed so resolute. Even if he knows that there is a terrifying city of giants in front of him, where the monster is, he is still unswerving and moving forward resolutely.

Behind him, there seemed to be a brilliant light shining down, making him look like he was walking in the light.

Although it is just a simple black line drawing, with the artist's excellent skills, it can show such rich details and vividly reflect a trace of charm, which you have to admire.

Howard stared blankly at the painting.

If he admits his mistake correctly, the background of the painting seems to be him, but it doesn't seem to be him.

When this simple black and white line drawing appeared, the tense and strange atmosphere suppressed in the submarine cab seemed to dissipate in an instant.

Like dust and smoke dissipating in the sun.

When the malicious voice in William's mind wanted to continue to confuse and disrupt his thoughts.

The sudden appearance of the painting made everything disappear.

William breathed a sigh of relief, tried hard to sort out the chaotic thoughts, and forced himself to stay calm.

Then he looked at the painting that Professor Howard took out with surprise and amazement, and saw the resolute back in the painting: "Is this... drawn by that light?"

It is definitely not an ordinary painting that can have such a magical effect.

But the scene painted in this painting was very strange to him.

There is only one back figure on the screen, but that back figure is facing extremely tall boulders. Those towering boulders form a huge building complex.

There was an air of savagery and brutality.William even thought for a moment that it was the city of the Giant of Light, but he quickly rejected this speculation.

Judging from the proportions on the screen, although those boulders are tall, they are still not as tall as the Giant of Light, which is 50 meters tall.

Where the hell is this?

He was very puzzled.

If there was such a huge boulder city in the real world, it would definitely not remain unknown.

Could it be somewhere on an alien planet?
But... the back figure in this picture is obviously Howard Wilson.

Could it be the place where Mr. South met Howard Wilson for the first time?Was this drawn by Mr. South?
But his temperament doesn't quite resemble Howard's.

"No..." Howard suddenly shook his head, "It was painted by a ghoul painter."

"Ghoul?"

William was startled. When he heard the name, he suddenly had a sense of absurdity, as if his fantasy had become reality.

Aren’t ghouls always just monsters that appear in horror stories or myths and legends?
And now Howard was speaking in such a calm tone, as if the ghoul was right next to them...

"The place painted in the painting is also here."

"Is it also here?" William was stunned for a moment, "Do you think this city of giants is in the same place or the same world as us?"

"The ghoul's tunnel leads here."

Howard said seriously.

He did not answer William's question, but was immersed in his own world, as if talking to William or to himself.

Why are there even ghouls involved?

William frowned, looking even more magical and weird...

At this moment, the black and white lines on the painting suddenly moved, especially the lines on the back, which were moving like a vivid figure.

For a moment, the brilliance and charm displayed on the black and white line drawing seemed to be stronger.

William looked at the chaotic lines in surprise, and almost threw the painting away with a trembling hand.

Fortunately, after experiencing strong winds and waves, he quickly thought of some possibility and asked in a slightly expectant tone:

"Will...cough, Mr. South, is that you?"

As if he heard William's voice, the lines of the little man on the painting shook even more violently, as if he wanted to turn his head.

But unfortunately, this painting does not depict the person’s face.

(End of this chapter)