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In fact, most of the New Era Art Exhibition held in London this time are works by famous artists, but the one in the middle is a painting by a newcomer.The paintings of these completely unknown painters made people feel an unprecedented bloody shock.There is a little light in the dark red strange world, which fascinates all the artists who see it.

The person who organized this art exhibition is an art lunatic, this painting completely conquered him, even if everyone objected, he still put this painting in the best position.Fortunately, everyone who came to visit praised it, and there were countless people who wanted to buy it.

However, he will not let others buy it, this is his treasure!

The author of this painting, Paul, has also successfully promoted to become the hottest and most popular painter in London at the moment, and his next painting has also been booked by others.Paul was in the middle of the crowd, receiving their praise and admiration, and there were many women who had looked down on him before.

Those women have expensive words written all over their bodies. If he was still the little accountant before, he would just watch it on TV.But now, they are all around him, as if they can't wait to pounce on him.

Paul sighed in his heart, no wonder there are so many people who want to be famous and want to be a master.As long as you are famous, you can have anything delivered to you, you don't even need to ask yourself.However, the price he had to pay really made him feel a little uncomfortable.

However, thinking of the money in his penis, Paul immediately let go of that little bit of discomfort.Compared with these, many things are not important.

Master God Envoy, is really the greatest in this world!

Meng Yin frowned, looking at the oil painting that everyone was praising, why did she always feel a strange sense of familiarity?After all, where did you see it?

"Yin, what's the matter?" Sherlock held Meng Yin's shoulders, bent down and spoke in her ear.In fact, he has no interest in these so-called arts at all, but seeing her happy, it is not impossible to show a little kindness.Who knows, when she saw the middle painting, her expression was a little bit wrong.

"I just feel as if I have seen the scene in the painting somewhere, but I suddenly can't remember it. If I were you, it would be fine." At this time, what Meng Yin wants most is the brain of her male ticket. He is so smart and has a photographic memory, so he must remember it.

Sherlock looked smug, of course he understood the meaning hidden in Meng Yin's words.Every man enjoys the compliments of his women, even Sherlock. "The scene in this painting doesn't look like something in the normal world, does it? Perhaps, you have seen it in a different place."

Although there are many places in the world that are indeed uncanny, but after Sherlock carefully looked at the oil paintings, he felt that these are not like the scenery that should exist in this world.In view of Yin's particularity, maybe she saw it in some unusual place.

"I remember!" Meng Yin followed Sherlock's words, and finally remembered where it was, "It's the hell!" However, the hell in this oil painting looked even more distorted, gloomy and bloody. The underworld seen there is more peaceful and bright.Hei Wuchang said that in fact, the underworld should be dominated by yin energy, and spooky horror is the norm, but Yama thinks that even the underworld should follow the trend of the times, and change is imperative.

Although Yan Wang often wants to avoid paperwork and is often crushed by Judge Cui, when he really wants to do something, no one will object.Therefore, the underworld was changed to what it is now.Of course, the staff of every prefecture prefers this environment, at least they are in a good mood!

Especially the little devils, they used to be human after all, so they are not allowed to provide a beautiful working environment?It's worse than when I was a human, so I'm still a ghost, I just go back and reincarnate.

Meng Yin pinched a trick so that others could not hear their voices, "This is what the underworld looked like decades ago. It is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to draw exactly the same." Adding those weird things and The atmosphere was indeed the hell she saw.

Sherlock looked at the oil painting seriously and kept it in his memory palace. "The author of this painting is an Englishman, and has nothing to do with the florists. Therefore, there should be someone behind him who can let him paint this."

"It's not a human, it's an evil spirit." Meng Yin said with a serious face, well, to actually dare to act wildly in her territory, it's really a bear's heart and a leopard's guts.Didn't you say that you are very timid? Now it seems that it is not true.I'm so mad, I must kill this damn thing!

"You didn't smell it?"

"No, maybe the fall is not deep enough."

"It doesn't matter." Sherlock took Meng Yin's hand and turned in one direction, "I think we can still find that person without relying on smell."

Meng Yin followed Sherlock's gaze, and there was a short man standing there, surrounded by many people, who seemed to be flattering him.The man looked a bit restrained, but he also enjoyed it very much. It was obvious from a glance that he was a person who lacked confidence but liked this feeling.

She opened all her yin and yang eyes to look at him, and found that his soul really began to glow with a faint black light.Even if she didn't smell the rotten smell, Meng Yin's intuition told her that that person must have something to do with evil spirits!

Sherlock took Meng Yin and walked towards the man. When he got to him, he quickly adjusted his expression, and he looked like a person who admired him very much. "Oh, if I'm not wrong, this gentleman must be the author of that painting, right? You are such a great painter. It is so beautiful that one has to love it."

People who come to this art exhibition refer to it by that painting, and no one gets it wrong.Only that painting is the most shocking, isn't it?

"Hi sir, my name is Paul." Paul was obviously very proud, look, so many people are adoring him.But in order not to make himself look too ridiculous, he tensed his expression so that he didn't look so excited.

Although it was of no use, he thought it was not bad.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Paul." The expression on Sherlock's face looked very real, without any hypocrisy, "Then may I take the liberty to ask, what is your source of inspiration?"

Meng Yin stood by Sherlock's side and acted as a Huaping who could only smile, absolutely not expressing any opinion on his words.Well, actually, she was just afraid of missing something.

The expression on Paul's face froze, "Oh, actually, the inspiration for this painting came from a dream of mine. It's beautiful, isn't it?"

The expression on Sherlock's face remained unchanged, and he continued to say "worship": "It's really beautiful, it's like a place in a myth. Of course, this is not where angels should live, it's more like a devil Where we live, Mr. Paul, you say, don't you?"

"Yes, yes." Paul felt a little nervous, "So much blood, it's really not suitable for angels to live in."

"However, I once read a book on planting flowers, which described the same place as this painting. It's just that that place is called 'Underworld', where the ghosts of the flower planters live." Xia Xia Locke restrained his smile, looking oppressive, "Mr. Paul, do you think it's a coincidence?"

Paul's face immediately turned pale, his body stiffened, his lips trembled, "Is...is it? It's just, just a coincidence."

The people around also felt the different atmosphere between the two of them, looking around, they didn't know who to help.People who can come here have a certain vision. Of course, they can tell that the clothes and watches on this man are all famous brands, or the ones that are custom-made.Even if you have money, you may not be able to buy the kind.

And Paul is the most cutting-edge painter, and with that painting alone, he has already earned money that he will never spend in his next life, and he seems to have a bright future.

For the date, Sherlock put on his best outfits, which, of course, were bought by Mycroft.The Sherlock Holmes family, of course, cannot use high-end products.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" Sam, the owner of the art exhibition, came over.He took a stand by Paul's side. "This gentleman, you seem to be a little familiar?"

"Sherlock Holmes!" cried a voice from among the crowd, and everyone nearby heard it. "He's the detective on Dr. Watson's blog, the one in the papers."

As soon as they heard "Dr. Watson's blog", many people thought, this is the genius, the detective Sherlock Holmes who can see through others?In this way, isn't it very likely that the person he is targeting has the possibility of committing a crime?They don't want to die yet.

Thinking of this, many people quietly stayed away from Paul and Sam. Although none of them did anything obvious, it was very obvious that a group of people were doing it.

Sam blushed with anger when he saw it, "Even a detective can't talk nonsense, and besides, you're not a policeman!"

Sherlock blinked, with an innocent look on his face, "I just had a few words with this Mr. Paul, why do you think I did something? Or, what did this Mr. Paul do so people can't ask? What if If that's the case, then I won't ask."

As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him moved away a bit.That's right, what's wrong with you, you can't even ask.

"What do you say, Mr. Paul?" Sherlock pointed his gun at Paul.

Paul kept his head down and did not speak, but his body was stiff and sweating, and his hands were still shaking. It seemed that there was something wrong.Even Sam couldn't believe he didn't have any problems.

Meng Yin sighed in her heart, these bewitched people.She looked at Paul and said, "Do you really feel that you have taken advantage of yourself? In this world, how can there be such a good thing. Now you just do what it asks, but in the future, even you can only be his one of the offerings."

"Impossible!" Paul raised his head and shouted, his expression was very excited, "Master God will not lie to me, he gave me talent, talent!" He thought of his childhood, because he didn't have the talent to draw, No matter how hard you like it, it's useless.But God Envoy is different, it's just a dream, and I got the talent I dreamed of! ! !

"Aren't you afraid? Those who look at you, their eyes are full of resentment, right?" Meng Yin said coldly.

"I..." Paul was speechless.He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he just couldn't stop.He needs this talent so much, what should he do if he doesn't have it?

"Yin, don't talk nonsense with him," Sherlock became impatient, every time the world between the two of them was always disrupted, it made him mad! "Take him down, you have to say it if you don't say it." Ever since he had been with Meng Yin for a long time, he also felt that it is a good habit not to beep when he can do it.

"I like this suggestion." Meng Yin stepped forward and tripped Paul, and made him pass out with a slap. "I don't want to do it either. If you said it earlier, wouldn't it be over?"

The onlookers were frightened, why is that doll so powerful?Make people dizzy all at once?Others were debating whether to call the police, but soon they realized that there was no need, the police had arrived.

Lestrade: Tell the truth, don’t (exclusively published by Jin Xiaojiang Literature City, please read the story)

The author has something to say: Do something during the holiday, thank you!Don't even call me, thank you!

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