At this time, Jingqiu also noticed that Qin Mu began to attract attention to the pictures on the ground and smiled: "This seems to be Xue Han's casual graffiti."

"This is not a casual graffiti. At least I can understand this picture, but I just use some artistic methods." Qin Mu raised his waist and searched on the ground.

It is not a simple skill to move the easel that blocks the view. For this small studio, Xue Han has no such meticulousness as a Virgo. It is a mess everywhere. Large pictures and small pictures are not separated, but are placed in a mess. Qin Mu had to stand up and hold the paintings while moving them.

This made him feel so hard that his waist began to hurt.

As if it was about to break, Qin Mu stood up and moved his muscles and bones before continuing to move the paintings.

Speaking of which, Qin Mu was too lazy, so he would not stand up and remove all the paintings before studying them. He had to take one step at a time and read them bit by bit.

"Art cell, what do you mean?" Jingqiu heard Qin Mu's comment, and saw him moving the easel there, and did not say anything to go forward to help. Instead, she sat leisurely at the table and soaked a cup of tea from the purifying water dispenser next to her.

"Look at the sun and the turkey." Qin Mu pointed to the pattern on the ground and said, "These two are not ordinary expression methods. Although I don't know how to draw, I still understand these. The sun at the explosion was twisted into Van Gogh's appearance, and there was that turkey, how did people grow like that?"

"Oh, do you still know Van Gogh?" Jingqiu said with a smile, but he looked at the turkey described by Qin Mu and was speechless, "That's right, what turkey, don't you think he doesn't look like a priest dancer?"

As Jingqiu said this, Shu Ran stumbled and ran from behind.

The warehouse is relatively large. The sound made when he was relieved to run makes the warehouse seem extremely empty, and the ground of the warehouse is relatively slippery. When he was relieved, he ran over with his left foot and tripped his right foot, and then he lay on the ground. Due to inertia, he continued to slide towards Qin Mu.

There was only a burst of crackling sounds that Qin Mu had just removed from the easel, but this guy was directly shoveled away.

Jingqiu was also panicked. Although the quality of these pictures was not very good, because of the previous pictures, these paintings were of high value. Jingqiu was still a businessman. If a businessman was a businessman, he would understand the value of these paintings, so he naturally refused to paint something that was long and short.

Qin Mu also ran towards the guy, but the place he cared about was the same as Jingqiu, "What are you doing? Don't break the painting, get up quickly."

The monk grinned his teeth when he fell, but before he could stand firm, he heard Qin Mu and Jingqiu grinning at the intact paintings. He couldn't stand it, so he gritted his teeth and stood up. However, at this time, the monk had no time to care about this, and his eyes were more on the paintings.

"I was wrong, I was so excited." The monk and Jingqiu began to pack up the paintings that were knocked down, while Qin Mu was still squatting on the ground to study the huge paintings on the ground.

There are only a few fragmentary pictures on the edge of the huge painting, which seems to have been added. It feels very strange, as if the whole big explosion is a big situation at this time, while those fragmentary pictures are small pictures in the overall situation, just like small plots.

Qin Mu walked to another picture. This picture was in the mirror. The painting of the black shadow's photo was a black and white photo. The black-haired boy was wearing a suit and smiling brightly. The picture was like the boy's funeral. His photo was placed in the center, surrounded by wreaths, white paper flowers surround him, and two candles in front of the photo.

There were people in black suits around who were bowing to his photos.

If this photo is his last photo as Qin Mu in the mirror said earlier, then the picture should be his own funeral.

This perspective is very strange. When Qin Mu looked at the painting, he felt as if he was floating on the ceiling. He looked at the crowd below and bowed to his remains. Next to his remains was a woman in a long red dress. Her hair was very long and as dark as ink, just like the woman in the previous painting.

Qin Mu just looked at the painting and felt uncomfortable. This picture shouldn't be his future.

His future will die, and he will die in that unknown city, an explosion.

Qin Mu looked at the photo and looked no different from his current age. Could it be that he would not be alive?

"That's true." Just as Qin Mu was still thinking about these things, he could only hear a sound of relief coming from behind him. He turned around blankly. At some point, Shu Ran had already stood behind him and looked at Qin Mu with a solemn expression.

"Why are you so sure?" Qin Mu only felt that his heart was beating very fast. He refused to believe that all this would be true. How could he die suddenly? He died so outrageously, in such a big explosion.

"Because..." The monk was stunned for a moment, rushed out, but stopped quickly, and stopped for a long time, and finally smiled: "Because Xue Han's paintings have always been real, right? Look at the paintings behind, those who have died, those who have been killed by various techniques, the pictures of these people are all here, clearly, just like those photos, a hairy one."

After the monk finished speaking, Qin Mu glared at him, and was still "like a hairy person". When did he speak in such a tone? He was speechless.

But the monk always said nothing wrong.

Qin Mu walked towards the paintings. The lower right corner of the paintings were written with dates in pencils and signed Xue Han's name.

"These dates and names were added after Xue Han finished painting these paintings." Jingqiu stood aside and explained quickly.

Qin Mu was stunned, grabbed the point of Jingqiu's speech, and hurriedly said, "What is the after?"

Jingqiu smiled: "If I say that when he was painting, he seemed to have become a different person, would you believe it?"

Qin Mu nodded. It was not that he believed it, but that at this time, he could only choose to believe it.

"When he was painting, his eyes were white, only white, as if he was possessed by something. He only knew how to draw and only knew how to draw. After the drawing was finished, he seemed to return to the real world and became normal." Jingqiu described it briefly.

Qin Muhe looked at each other relievedly, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.
Chapter completed!