"How does it feel? The air is clean, there are no rats and crawlers, three meals are free, and there is even a toilet, tap water pipe and a copper tub."

Ed took out his room key and opened the room door, introducing to Buck.

Each agent of the East District Special Operations Squad had a private room at the East District stronghold, but because Ed had been living in the Detective Center, the room was shelved for a long time.

After confirming that this was not a violation of the rules and regulations with the sea monster, Ed went to the Penny Hotel at 38 Daojian Street and pulled Bark over.

Buck was originally indifferent to the invitation, and no matter how hard Ed was, he couldn't stop it - until Ed told him that there was a mental hospital opposite him.

"... From today on, you can paint here. There is no room or board fee. You can treat me as a half sponsor. As for what to draw, whether to sell it or not, you can decide these things yourself."

Since finishing his hair in the cellar last time, this guy has never repaired his side, and his whole body seems to be soaked in the stench in the cellar. Ed had to take him to the barber shop for a while to renovate, take a shower again, change into a affordable casual outfit, and then he returned to his normal appearance.

Buck was quietly behind like a ghost, just nodding, not saying anything. The sleeves of the withered arms were empty, and the thin cheeks made the cheekbones particularly obvious due to long-term malnutrition.

"You are doing things for the crow." He suddenly spoke.

After a short while of silence, Ed's mouth curled up a subtle curve: "Yes, you won't have any objections to my work, right?"

If Buck lived here for a long time, it would not be surprising that he could guess one or two, but Ed didn't expect that he would see it as soon as he came.

"No, on the contrary, I am very interested in your work. After all, it is difficult to have the opportunity to observe people like you in normal times."

"To be honest, I thought my disguise skills had been well studied. Which aspects did you see? Eyes, behavior, temperament, or inadvertent small movements?" Ed scratched his head.

“Overall.”

“Overall?”

"Some of the feeling is incomprehensible. If you break a plate and put it back together, it will definitely be different from what it originally looked like. I can't find out the specific reason, but you do look like an investigator."

Could it be that the artist's unique insight? Ed felt relieved:

"Well, I guess people as good at observing as you are not everywhere."

"You'd better tell me what's wrong with letting me come here."

"Can't I just want to take care of my old friends?"

Buck remained silent, but stared at Ed with his golden eyes that seemed to have sparkling fire, making his scalp numb.

"Okay, let's not argue anymore. I want to buy you a painting. Do you have a work of flowers in your hands?"

Since Charlotte wants "the flower that never fades", the best way is to ask someone to draw a picture. Although Buck is a different approach from an orthodox painter, his talent is obvious.

"I don't keep my previous works, and if you need it, I can draw one for you from scratch."

"That's great-" Ed clapped his hands, "Do you need me to prepare anything for you, paint? brush? new palette?"

"Materials, I need the right materials to start painting."

"Material? I thought a good painter should try to draw something that doesn't exist."

"Imagination is nothing more than a re-stitching based on real experience. No one can truly draw something that does not exist in reality." Buck sneered, without hiding the contempt in his tone.

"Okay, okay, you are an expert, you have the final say. What kind of materials are needed?"

“It depends on what kind of work you want, or who you want to give to.”

"Well, why don't I take you to see her directly? Remember not to smile in front of her."

After thinking about it, Ed felt that instead of spending a long time describing, it would be better to take him to visit Charlotte's balcony, which might inspire some inspiration.

...

"Charlotti, it's me."

Knock and knock. Ed knocked on the door panel three times.

"Mr. Waicollo." Charlotte opened the door and nodded obediently.

"Ah, I brought my painter friend whom I mentioned before. He wanted to visit the balcony where you plant flowers, and maybe I could find some inspiration and creativity."

"So that's the case, please." She gave in from the door, her tone was extremely calm, which was a sign of a happy mood.

When Buck walked in, Charlotte pinched his dress with his tiny fingers and carefully observed Buck, as if he was curious about the blonde boy who was also incomplete.

Buck stared at the potted flowers in silence. The light reflected in his eyes changed with the gaps of the clouds, dancing and rotating with the reflections of the leaves, from the original clouds and breeze to concentration, holding his breath, and finally just sighed:

“I can’t draw it.”

Can't draw?

This is the first time Ed heard this statement. He has only heard of the painter who doesn’t know where to start, or where composition is not satisfactory enough, and has never heard of the situation where “cannot draw”.

"Believe me, there is no painting you want in this balcony. It's so sad that if I draw it, there will only be consequences that you don't want to see."

"It's okay, I'll think of other ways."

Ed took out a stack of cards from his pocket. This was something that the sissy left to him. They were promotional cards and business cards that he and Tiejie usually received when they went out to mess around. Maybe there would be a good place to go inside.

Marvel Magic World, Sword Bay BBQ Restaurant, ‘Black Elderwood’ Underground Bar, Jubilee Club – Well, I knew there would be this one…

“Tasvid Art Exhibition.”

His eyes finally stopped on this card.
Chapter completed!