āThe exhibition is over for today. Please come again next time!ā
Angelina sent the last wave of tourists away with a stiff smile. She finally exhaled, patted her cheeks, and murmured, āDamn⦠Iām so sick of this stupid job. And that damn rule. What do they mean by the standard smile requires you to show eight teeth? Go to hell. The questions the tourists ask were so stupid and ignorant, but I can only lie. If not for the one silver sol every seven days, I would have longā¦ā
She grumbled while changing out of her work uniform. After exiting the exhibition hall, she entered a familiar coffee shop and walked out with two long loaves of bread that exuded a creamy aroma.
After returning to his apartment, Angelina lit her stove, began brewing coffee, and fried two pieces of bacon as well. Crispy golden bacon was really enjoyable with bread.
She would be in heaven if she could also have a plate of vegetable salad.
No! Angelina, you still have a mortgage of thirty gold punks to pay off. You canāt be so luxuriousā¦
Angelina suppressed the urge to make a plate of salad and extinguished her dinner in no time. She then brought the coffee into her bedroom.
The decorations were really simple, and only one oil painting was hanging on the wall. Many colorful lines formed an abstract and distorted eye, and the dark colors surrounding it made the eye stand out even more.
At the bottom right of the painting was a signature belonging to Vincent.
An appraiser would have found it to be absolutely authentic!
āIf I could sell it⦠although it wouldnāt compare to Dream, it would probably be worth at least a thousand gold punks? Then, I wouldnāt have to worry about any mortgage and could live in a villaā¦ā
Angelina stared at this huge eye and smiled bitterly.
This oil painting is her nightmare! A nightmare that could not be gotten rid of! No matter how she destroyed or discarded it, it would appear by her bedside the next day.
Evenā¦
Angelina stared at the hazy twisted eye.
This eye seemed to see a unique change tonight. It seemed alive and blinked suddenly.
Bloop! Bloop!
A large amount of blood immediately flowed out from the pupil, and the overwhelming scarlet drowned Angelina.
āā¦ā Angelina gritted her teeth as her surroundings became hazy.
She seemed to see a long queue of cars entering Kimbert City and stopping in front of a villa.
A wealthy businessman with a big belly and a wig emerged from a car. A young girl with a parasol was by his side and ordering the housekeeper and servants to move the furniture.
Finally, an oil painting was hung on the wall of the villaās study.
The oil painting seemed to depict a starry night sky, but it was full of distorted figures and shadows, looking extremely abstract with an indescribable charm.
Bang!
The coffee cup landed on the floor with a dull crack.
Angelina did not bother with the coffee spilling all over. Instead, she gazed at the hazy eye oil painting and murmured in a low voice. āThatās⦠Dream! Itās been brought into Kimbert City!ā
ā¦
At the same time, in the villa, a young girl in pajamas was tossing and turning in bed.
If Angelina were here, she would find that this young girl was the daughter of the wealthy businessman that she saw in her hallucination.
āWhy did Dad want to come to Kimbert City all of a sudden? What a hasty decision!ā The young girl pouted. āI miss my old bedroom and my friends⦠Dadās become so weird after he brought that paintingā¦ā
Her father, Robert, was a well-known rubber merchant who had started from a workshop that was about to close. He had seized a few well-timed opportunities and developed his company into a large one with thousands of employees.
After becoming rich, this rubber merchant was brimming with a strong desire to enter high society. So that he would not be seen as a parvenu, he invited extremely strict tutors to teach this young girl etiquette and collected various artworks.
Moreover, he had collected several of the so-called āunlucky paintingsā of Vincent after hearing about his legends. His obsession with the paintings grew, and he spent a lot of money to buy āDreamā.
āDespite the crazy pursuit of some nobles, these antiques also have some bad rumors circulatingā¦ā The young girl thought anxiously. āThe previous paintings were all right, but something is definitely wrong with āDreamā!ā
With this thought, she secretly got out of bed and tiptoed to the study.
She knew from her small adventures previously that her father was crazy about Dream and would sometimes admire this painting well into the wee hours of the morning.
This time, he had even moved to Kimbert City against the protest of others.
āThere must be some secret!ā
The emboldened young girl sneaked to the outside of the study.
Sha Sha! Hiss Hiss!
All sorts of weird sounds made their way into her ears, making her dizzy.
Scarlet blood, like a carpet, expanded outward from the gap of the door.
āAhh!ā The young girl screamed and pushed the door open hurriedly.
Through the flickering of orange light from the fireplace, what suddenly appeared before her eyes wasā¦
ā¦
āThe sun is shining, and the breeze is warm!ā
Nietzsche scrunched his eyes comfortably, enjoying the warm breeze on his face.
He felt as though his luck had somehow changed for the better ever since he joined the Kimbert City branch of the Federal Investigation Agency and became a peripheral informer.
Not only was there a stipend of three silver sols every month, but Officer Hannibal had even found him a job as a newspaper boy.
The pay was meager, but life was much better than before. The most important thing was the identity, which made things more convenient for him.
He could now rent a room to stay in, and his living conditions were much better.
Therefore, Nietzsche was full of gratitude for this job.
āGood day, Mr. Hannibal! Are you going out?ā
When he entered the branch office, he saw Hannibal, his boss who liked to cook, putting on a coat and was seemingly ready to head out.
āNietzsche! Youāre just in time. Come with me to investigate a case!ā Hannibal said softly.
āOh, okay!ā Nietzsche followed hastily into a black car.
āSir⦠what happened?ā Nietzsche was a little excited.
āRelax. Certainly nothing like that ghoul lair last timeā¦ā Hannibal showed a masculine smile. āOtherwise, the level two investigator in charge of this district would not have come in person⦠What we have to do is mostly to assess whether some things were affected by extraordinary factors and whether thereās a need for them to be āhandledā⦠You might just be a peripheral member, but you have to do more cases like this to advance!ā
āThank you, Mr. Hannibal!ā Nietzsche almost burst into tears. No one had ever treated him so well, and he could not help but think of another person. āWhat about Miss Vivienne?ā
Vivienne had disappeared mysteriously after the ghoul case was broken, and even Nietzsche was called in for questioning on several occasions.
He was very puzzled about this and even had a hint of sadness.
In any case, that honest probationary inspector was worthy of respect, much more so than a certain wicked, black-hearted store owner.
Nietzsche could not help thinking about Simon and Andy.
Clayon had taken Simon away after he became an Extraordinary. It was said that he was going to undergo some ātrainingā. After graduating, there was a high chance that he would return to Kimbert City to work.
And Mr. Andy, who operated that tepid convenience store, claimed to have a masterpiece of Vincent. At this point, Nietzsche strongly suspected that Andy had just looked for a fake to deceive whichever idiot would believe him. He would not be fooled again anyhow.
āHavenāt found her yet⦠What a pity, she has the qualifications to be an official memberā¦ā Hannibal sighed.
āStrangeā¦ā Nietzsche noted in his heart and then thought of the mission today. āWhat do you need me to do today?ā
āDonāt worry. Weāre just going to investigateā¦ā Hannibal smiled. ā⦠a rich businessmanās missing daughter, and his servants seemed to have seen something terribleā¦ā
While they were speaking, the car parked in front of a grand villa. Hannibal adjusted his clothes and went to knock on the door.
āYou areā¦ā A male servant opened a small gap, with panic and doubt.
āWe are investigators from Watson Insurance Company. We heard about a security issue in your house and came to investigate!ā Hannibal smiled and handed over a business card.
There were many such false identities through the Federal Investigation Agency, and they could fully withstand any inspection.
Shortly afterward, the two of them were invited to the study.
Robert was pale, and his eyes were bloodshot. āOh! My Nikita! My baby⦠She disappeared all of a sudden. What I need is a detective and the police, not the investigators of an insurance company!ā
āApologies!ā Hannibal took off his hat and saluted. āAccording to the information, a servant testified that a painting⦠swallowed your daughter? As the company underwriting this villa, I need to check its security now, in case thereās a hidden door in the wallsā¦ā
He did not wait for Robert to answer and went to the front of the oil painting. āIs this the great Master Vincentās work ā Dream? It is said that he depicted the starry sky in his dreams, but others have different interpretations⦠Iām more inclined to think that itās an expression of his inner worldā¦ā
āVincentās paintingā¦ā Nietzsche was energetic as he stared at the painting without blinking.
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