Zongman: I have really retired!

"Wilde, I have good news for you. A friend of mine is coming to England. He is someone you will definitely be interested in—"

Although Bill Sharp spoke to Oscar Wilde, his eyes looked at Agatha Christie.

"Um - in this case, I really can't guess who it is, why don't you just tell me directly."

Oscar Wilde broke out in a cold sweat. Only now did he realize that the person next to him was a transcendent! !

Die, die, die! ! ! !

How could he ask Bill Sharp to stay in the UK? ! !

Baudelaire will come and kill him! !

Although he lamented his fate in his heart, Oscar Wilde couldn't help but feel a hint of joy in his heart - Bill Sharp definitely liked him very much, otherwise he would never have imagined that a transcendent person would be willing to be with him. Still willing to be at the bottom.

(Author: Is there a possibility that the author feels pity for you and you have cp.

Bill Sharp: Is there a possibility that you are really good at complimenting people, which I really like, and your "accidental encounters" again and again are really annoying, so I agreed to your pursuit?

Oscar Wilde:????????????)

"Didn't you tell me about a painting at the auction some time ago?" Bill Sharp smiled brightly.

"Painting? What painting?"

At first, Oscar Wilde didn't react. But Agatha Christie on the side suddenly spoke:

"The painting "Rose Manor"?"

Bill Sharp glanced at the stupid Oscar Wilde and nodded casually.

"That guy has to come to England to see who I'm looking for. I can't stop him. He'll probably arrive in the next few days."

Agatha Christie's face, which had just softened, became serious again. Is this because she was looking at a friend? This was obviously to torment her.

""Rose Manor"? "Rose Manor"! Is it the painting I know?" Oscar Wilde's eyes widened.

The painting "Rose Manor" debuted at the Mladan Auction House, Europe's largest auction house. It is famous for its bold colors, gorgeous scenes, and fantastic architecture.

At that time, collectors from all over the world were bidding wildly and almost got into a fight on the spot. The painting attracted everyone's attention like it had magic power.

Because of its magical power, that auction fetched the highest auction price ever.

But in fact, this painting should be a supernatural item.

It was auctioned back by a French collector, but within a few days it was discovered that the person who bought the painting was missing. Later, this painting flowed into the hands of many people, but without exception, they all ended up missing. The number of missing people even doubled, from a few people at the beginning to dozens or hundreds of people missing together. Due to the missing people Most of them are either rich or noble. It eventually attracted the attention of the French authorities, but at this time the painting mysteriously disappeared again.

Bill Sharp took out two tickets from nowhere and gently pushed them against Agatha Christie.

Agatha Christie raised her eyebrows: "What is this?"

She looked at the blood-red words on the ticket - Art Museum No. 7 welcomes you, and she felt something was wrong.

"To be honest, I don't want to go to that guy's art exhibition, but -" Bill Sharp withdrew his hand calmly.

"No one will cause big trouble if you look at him. So - if you have time, go and take a look. It won't take up too much of your precious time. The opportunity is rare, maybe you only have one chance in your life. "

Agatha Christie didn't believe what Bill Sharp said at all, but she still had to go and see it, otherwise she wouldn't be at ease at all.

"Rose Manor" appeared several times after that auction, and each time several people died. It would be fine if it was just like this, but what is terrible is that there is more than one such painting. If there is one person who can keep producing such paintings, it will be a big trouble, and now that person is coming to England.

Agatha Christie, as the British Knight Commander of the Clock Tower Attendant, had the undivided duty to deal with these troubles.

After Bill Sharp pulled Oscar Wilde away, Agatha Christie, who had been suppressing her anger, exploded in an instant. Except for the sofa where she was sitting, everything in the room was ignited by flames.

But the strange thing is that there are no signs of being burned on the two tickets...

"that--"

Oscar Wilde hesitated for a long time before speaking

"You were the one who provoked me first~ My dear. So--until I get tired of you, you belong to me~"

Bill Sharp was still smiling, but his smile made Oscar Wilde feel bad.

It's over, I've really fallen in now. However, although……

Looking at Bill Sharp's stunningly beautiful face... Oscar Wilde thought it was not impossible.

(Why is the Oscar Wilde in my novel a licking dog+faced dog??)

In fact, Bill Sharp himself doesn't like to laugh, and he doesn't like to make trouble. He doesn't have any other hobbies except hearing people praise his music.

But who calls him weird? After becoming a weirdo, he also devoured and assimilated many weirdos of the same type to grow to where he is now.

From a wandering weirdo to a complex rule-based weirdo with his own territory, he himself doesn't know how many "similar people" he has swallowed. It's just weird, there are many weirdos with their own rules, and the assimilation and evolution of the rules is also for him. influential.

The reason why he laughs so often is that he was influenced by the weird stories of a celebrity. He assimilated to him when he saw that he was quite good. However, he unexpectedly gave himself a heart-throb setting. His shortcoming was that he couldn't control his laughter all the time.

Weirdness refers to creatures affected by pollution, excluding items. When items are contaminated, they will directly turn into rules-based weird stories. As for the degree of danger... it depends on luck.

After the creature becomes weird, it continues to become stronger, and it becomes a weird story when it has its own rules. A Kaidan swallows up multiple Kaidans whose rules match and becomes stronger, or multiple weak Kaidans whose rules do not conflict are combined together to form a compound Kaidan. Such danger levels are generally above level A, and they can also move. Although I usually don’t move much, people do!

Weak and strange things all move in groups, such as infected flowers, birds, fish and insects. If you become a little stronger and become a monster, you will have your own territory. I don't know if you can hold it or not. If you get a little stronger, it will start to devour the evolution of its kind.

Top kaidan can also force themselves to get something that is inconsistent with their own rules. They no longer have to act according to the rules all the time, and the rules restrict them less and wider.

For example, the botanical garden of the Rose Manor, his auditorium, and Yves Saul's pieced-together art gallery were all pieced together and forcibly integrated into their own weird stories...

The most powerful one is Liana... She started with a palace and ended with an empire... They were all fucking stolen.