God's Palette

"Morning..." Xia Xun deliberately amplified his voice.

"Oh... I'm not drunk..."

"Drink some more. Look, there is still an unopened bottle here. No one cares about you anyway."

Xia Xun found a bottle of intact wine from the glass-burning stove. The smell was like a fruit-flavored fist floating in the air. Just by smelling a wisp, one could feel strong and clear.

Bi Lu looked at Xia Xun in a daze, with his mouth twisted and his face down.It seems to be confused, this person is actually persuading him to drink?

Who makes drunk people like to talk a lot, especially the Finns, alcohol can easily open their chatter box, and after talking, they spit out, faint, and get up in a daze the next day, take a sauna, what's the matter? I remember it was another Nordic hero anyway.

Therefore, Xia Xun felt that it was just right.

"I was contributing to your trip to Finland. When I applied for photography, they said they wanted photos. If they look good, they may be used for publicity. If they don't look good... Anyway, there is no money, and there is no loss."

While talking, she found a few glasses from the semi-finished products, went to the lake to wash them, and poured a glass of the artist's self-brewed wine.But Xia Xun didn't intend to drink it, but just placed it on the table to lure people who are greedy for alcohol.

"But I didn't intend to take good pictures. It will bring too many tourists and disturb your tranquility. I heard that during the peak tourist season, you will even stay away from your normal life and hide in the countryside to avoid tourists..."

"yes……"

The drunkard smiled, his dazed head was actually listening to Xia Xun's speech.The soft tone, the slow and precise tone, is like an angel's skirt twitching in the ears, making it difficult for people not to listen...

Xia Xun shook the glass, the sunlight from outside the window penetrated into the glass that was not perfectly polished but was already full of wine, and then reflected the dazzling light, dazzled Bi Lu's eyes.All he knew was that this was a glass of wine that made people want to taste it.

"So, have you ever? Friends you know come to your little room to avoid those annoying and noisy tourists, go to the sauna together, drink together, and scold the Swedes together?"

"Yes." After finishing speaking, his eyes became more and more blurred, and his mouth, which was chewing licorice candy, also temporarily stopped, "... yes."

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Chapter 125 Gustav

Had?

The words uttered from the mouth of the drunk artist made Xia Xun focus.Now, it seems that he has won the lottery. Ye Qianluo doesn't even need to specialize in the investigation, can he rely on the power of alcohol to pry the answer directly from the client's mouth?

"Have you ever? It sounds like you've broken up your friendship?" Xia Xun said in a mocking tone, but his eyes were full of seriousness.

"Break off? No, no, no... hiccup... that guy..."

Bilu spoke at a slow speed, and the pronunciation of the English he spoke gradually became slurred, with many Finnish tones added.But Xia Xun has long been used to making up the meaning by himself under the torment of various accents.She pricked up her ears, waiting for the drunk to say more.

Come on—tell everything about the dead guy directly, Xia Xun is so looking forward to it.

For Bi Lu, this may be some kind of painful memory of life and death, but Xia Xun knows that the dead in his memory actually exist in the form of a soul, and for some reason, they have acquired the color of a god, constantly affect the world.

Therefore, Xia Xun didn't have any burdens, so he just started to talk, maybe it would be a good thing for him to let the soul of the dead come to meet Bi Lu.In case Bi Lu cooperates well, it is not impossible to take a photo of the undead and give it to Bi Lu.

Then——the client's heavy eyelids opened slightly.

However, it violated Xia Xun's expectations. It didn't look like he was about to reveal the truth, but instead he was full of confusion, anxiety, and doubts...

"Did I...drink too much?" Bi Lu even said such a sentence, which was completely contradictory to the drunk man, "I feel that something is wrong with me, I must...drink too much-yes, this is not right .”

"...No, no, you didn't drink too much."

"It shouldn't be like this."

He ignored Xia Xun, just touched his heart, as if he had jumped naked into the ice and snow to sober up, completely out of drunkenness.He propped his elbows on the floor and sat up little by little, but he was still at a loss.

Xia Xun is a little confused, what's going on?Could it be that this deceased acquaintance was so important to him that just thinking about it could directly awaken the heart paralyzed by alcohol?Probably.

"What's wrong?" She asked again without hope.

"I did have a good friend once, who drank wine with me, went to the sauna together, and fought together...Anyway, we did a lot of things together." Although Bi Lu's voice was still vague, Bi Lu's words changed I have to be more organized, "He is my real good friend, he plays music..."

Finns, playing music, that's perfectly normal.

In a place like Finland, if you rent a room casually, the landlord may tell you that there are relatives and friends in his family, or who he knows—even the landlord himself may be a member of a world-class band or musician.These guys in Scandinavian culture are nothing short of the best musicians in the world.

"I like him a lot, and his music...and..."

"and also?"

"I should like him very much..." Bi Lu touched his chest in a daze, staggered into a chair, and hugged his head like a person who was cornered by usury, "But I...why...don't like him? I don't like it either, why don't I have any emotions at all... This is wrong, he has only been dead for a few years, how can I be such a person!"

Death—the keyword came out, proving that he did have a friend.

Coupled with the sauna mentioned by the god of soap bubbles, there is no doubt that this is the dying soul that Xia Xun is looking for.

But this was completely inconsistent with her expectation. Bi Lu seemed to have fallen into a strange state and became extremely weird. Still can't reduce the bewildered look on his face.

He drank the wine, not only that, but as if driven by anger, he grabbed the empty wine glass and threw it towards the corner.

There was a crisp cracking sound, and the glass that had just been filled with wine was already in the corner of the wall, together with many waste products, it became shattered glass slag.After venting, Bi Lu suddenly raised his head and stared at Xia Xun with puzzled eyes——

"Do you know Gustave?"

"...There are quite a few things named Gustav."