Billy Street is located in the east of Bushen City.
There are apartment buildings here, arranged neatly and orderly.
The nanmu windows on the window sills of the building are quite exquisite, the reliefs on the top of the balcony stone railings are lifelike, and the patterns on the walls are also very beautiful.
The masonry pavement is paved with a layer of asphalt.
In the previous era, the Fifth Era, asphalt-reinforced roads were still very expensive, so that only roads reserved for the wealthy could use asphalt-reinforced surfaces.
However, since the rise of the Steam Alliance, various technologies have developed vigorously.
About twenty years ago, year 292 of the Sixth Age of the Natural Calendar.
A scholar named Marvin Andrews published a paper "On the Improvement of Asphalt Technology" in the Journal of Natural Science.
Just 20 years later, almost all urban arterial roads in the Kingdom of Faroland were completely paved with asphalt, as were other cities.
This situation later developed to almost all countries in mainland Saigon.
Bu Shen City has a longer history of using asphalt. About 120 years ago, a natural asphalt lake was discovered in the east of the city. To this day, people still use this asphalt that emerges from the ground to build roads.
There were some children chasing and fighting on the streets of Billy Street.
They are lively and active, and you can hear the laughter of children from time to time.
Some housewives were wearing long cloth dresses and walking in a hurry with vegetable baskets in their hands, while some elderly people were practicing aerobics in the small square.
Ren looked around and found that the people here were pretty good. After all, they were all middle-income families.
The buyer of the Murcott Chamber of Commerce, John Harkes, lives here, and he has worked for the owner Joseph for more than ten years.
There is still a faint stench coming from the sewers on both sides of the road, and some vegetable leaves and waste paper can even be seen on the ground.
Many women and children like to throw household garbage directly into the street.
At present, citizens' public health awareness is still somewhat poor.
If the streets here were not cleaned every day, they would be as smelly and dirty as many slums.
Just like the surroundings of the dilapidated hut Renne rented before, he slept with the windows closed at night.
Wren and Catherine walked side by side on the street.
Catherine is tall, 172 centimeters tall, with blond shoulder-length hair, fair skin, beautiful legs, and sexy legs. She looks dashing.
And Ren has also grown taller.
He is now 1.76 meters tall, with a slender figure and well-proportioned muscles. He is only one step away from being called tall, rich and handsome!
The two walked side by side, and the rate of turning heads was quite high.
A faint fragrance floated into the tip of his nose, and Ren subconsciously moved closer to Catherine.
It felt strange, like being in a garden after a gentle breeze and drizzle. Ren found that the body fragrance on Catherine's body was a bit special.
One is the smell of perfume, Tianzhu mint has the strongest smell, mixed with the aroma of rose, iris, jasmine, etc.
Another kind of fresh and natural smell that makes people feel relaxed and happy, like the flowers blooming in the forest, does not seem to be the smell of perfume.
"Little boy, why are you so close to me? Do you want to take advantage of me?" Catherine raised her eyebrows and said naughtily with a pouted mouth.
After a slight hesitation, Ren said uncertainly: "Catherine, you... seem to be able to purify the air."
"What?" Catherine was confused.
"I mean, you have a fresh and natural fragrance." Ren explained.
Catherine's expression changed slightly, her crimson pupils stared at him, and asked in a low voice: "Can you feel it?"
Spreading his hands, Ren said bluntly: "I don't think you need to use any perfume, it's not as good as your body fragrance."
With a sigh, Catherine said jokingly on her pretty face:
"Little boy, what do you know? My sister uses 'Prosperity', a high-end perfume. A young boy like you has probably never slept with a woman before, so you have no taste!"
"Pretend I didn't say that!" Ren rolled his eyes.
Catherine patted his head with her bare hands, and Catherine smiled sweetly: "Little boy, are you angry?"
"No, but I really don't understand women."
"Really? One day my sister can't get married, so I'll give you an advantage."
Ren just shook his head. He had discovered that Catherine was actually far less open-minded than she said. She was just a cloud driver.
"Remember, don't talk nonsense about this matter." Catherine warned him.
Ren nodded. He was not stupid, so he could naturally feel that Catherine's identity was not simple, and she seemed to have a lot of background.
Soon, the two entered Building B, followed the wooden stairs to the sixth floor, and knocked on the door.
"Come in!" a middle-aged woman's voice sounded.
Ren and Catherine pushed the door open and took a look at the housewife in front of them. She was wearing a floral skirt, slightly stout, with a sad face, and a small black hemorrhoid on her chin. She looked worried.
"Hello, Mrs. Hakes, we are looking for your husband, Mr. John. Mr. Joseph asked us to come to visit him." Catherine said politely.
She is always polite in front of ordinary people, but has a bad attitude in front of some extraordinary people.
With a little surprise on her face, Mrs. Hax cheered up and smiled:
"Thank you, Mr. Joseph, for your concern for John. He has been in a very bad mental state recently."
She asked the two of them to wait and went to the bedroom to call her husband out.
Wren and Catherine meet John Harkes.
He has messy black hair, thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose bridge, and thick lips.
John's face was extremely pale, his eyes were slightly bloodshot, the dark circles were obvious, and he was very depressed.
It's like someone who has stayed up late for a few days or has been suffering from insomnia for a long time.
"You two, what's the matter?" John said weakly.
Lane was the first to speak: "Mr. John, I heard that you acquired a self-portrait from a lady three months ago. We want to know the specific details of that day."
John's expression changed and he winked at his wife.
She understood immediately, closed the door, and went into a bedroom to escape.
John then said in a deep voice: "That woman was wearing a black veil and mourning clothes, and she took the initiative to sell paintings to me."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Really? That painting is not a masterpiece, why did you buy it?"
And it was from a newly widowed widow, you don’t look like a healthy person now." Ren asked coldly.
His eyes were stunned, and John stopped talking.
Catherine on the side saw this and said softly:
"Mr. John, we are here under the entrustment of your boss, the owner of the hotel, Joseph, and we hope you will explain the situation.
You should know that several people who visited the portrait gallery have been killed, related to the self-portrait you purchased."
Ta-ta...
The sound of the pendulum echoed in the living room. After an unspeakable silence, John's expression changed several times.
He rubbed his fingers on his knee pants a few times, finally sighed and told the story of the incident.
That day, John originally just went to the street to buy a few works by a highly skilled young painter in the name of the museum owner Joseph.
While winning the favor of some down-and-out painters, you can also promote the art gallery and accumulate some reputation for the boss.
The owner of the museum, Mr. Joseph, has a keen eye for pearls, appreciates art, and is generous. Anyway, it doesn't cost a few dollars.
Maybe many years later, after the painter dies, these works will become "famous paintings" after being promoted and praised several times, and they can still make a fortune.
When the masked woman handed over the portrait, John didn't actually want to buy it.
Although the self-portrait is of good quality, the person wearing a black dress and in mourning is too unlucky.
"The widow then handed me 5 gold coins and said that her husband was a poor painter before his death, and her dream was that one day her works would be appreciated and recognized by everyone.
Now that her husband has unfortunately passed away, she hopes to hang this self-portrait that her husband loved most during his lifetime in the Dell Portrait Gallery, but her husband's wish has been granted..."
In the living room, John's face was full of annoyance and fear.
He accepted the woman's gold coins not entirely out of sympathy for her, but just out of greed for money.
And you can save a lot of money on buying paintings, so why not do it.
"So, Mr. John, you actually don't know that woman's name or specific appearance." Lane looked very serious.
John covered his face with his hands and was filled with regret:
"I shouldn't be greedy for those five gold coins. Ever since that day, I started dreaming. It was just a little strange at first.
The dreams after that became more and more terrifying... I thought there was something wrong with her painting, but I wasn't entirely sure because I bought a lot of paintings during that time."
"What dream? John first, please describe it in detail. We are the ones your boss invited to solve this matter."
As Catherine spoke, she took out the key to Dell's Portrait Gallery and shook it.
When John saw the key of the museum owner Joseph, he obviously lowered his guard a lot. He had seen this key before.
Catherine suspected that he was the first person to be possessed by the strange evil spirit, but luckily he did not die, but was only mentally traumatized.
As if recalling something terrible, John's body tensed up.
He looked at Ren and Catherine and said with trembling lips:
"The dream was actually nothing at first. It seemed like it was just a young artist who saved a woman who passed out on the roadside..."
