Chapter 457: Two Children (Seeking guaranteed monthly votes at the start of the month)

That figure looked to be seven or eight years old, dressed like a little gentleman, with yellow hair and brown eyes, fleshy cheeks, and a temperament that was slightly honest and simple. It was Baron Brignais's godson, that strange little boy Ludwig.

Ludwig was admiring a work on the wall depicting a donut when he suddenly noticed someone looking at him.

He turned around hurriedly and discovered Lu Mian.

Lu Mian smiled and said in a teasing tone:

"Running away from home again?"

"No." Ludwig was very calm this time, "I just told my godfather that learning cannot be limited to knowledge in textbooks, and seeing, hearing, and contacting other things more is equally important."

"And then he brought you to see the art exhibition?" Lu Mian looked left and right but didn't find Baron Brignais's figure.

He felt that the intelligence and knowledge of this guy in front of him seemed to have grown a little, actually being able to think of this type of reason he had used back then.

This showed that learning was really useful for him!

Ludwig nodded and said:

"Yes.

"Cultivating an eye for appreciating art from a young age is also very important for a child."

Lu Mian "tsk"ed and said:

"And then today you don't need to look at textbooks, don't need to do homework, and don't need to worry about exams?"

"This is incidental." While Ludwig answered, a smile full of happiness appeared on his face involuntarily.

Grown, but not much... Lu Mian made an objective evaluation in his heart.

At this time, Brignais, wearing a silk top hat and a black formal suit, walked over from the other side of the exhibition hall.

"Aren't you worried he'll get lost?" Lu Mian asked mockingly.

As an "Intriguer," he keenly discovered some anomalies from this detail.

Given the anxiety and nervousness Brignais showed during Ludwig's previous two runaways, he shouldn't have let this child stay in the exhibition hall alone!

Brignais smiled and said:

"Ludwig has performed very well during this period and hasn't tried to run away from home again. And just now he was very focused on appreciating the paintings, so I didn't take him with me when I went to the restroom, so as not to interrupt his state."

It sounded like something irresponsible parents would do, but Baron, you weren't like this before. I cautiously suspect you are doing it on purpose... deliberately leaving Ludwig alone in the exhibition hall to see what this strange child would do? Heh, you don't need to worry about him; what you need to worry about is the surrounding visitors. If this guy is hungry and you don't provide food in time, I'm afraid someone will be eaten... Lu Mian speculated while slandering him.

He felt that Baron Brignais's arrangement of this art exhibition viewing activity also contained other purposes, just like leading an experienced hunting dog to a specific occasion, letting go of its leash, and seeing if it would track down some prey...

After answering Lu Mian's question, Baron Brignais, carrying a bulging briefcase, looked at Ludwig:

"Write an essay about attending the art exhibition after you go back, detailing your feelings and the work that left the deepest impression on you."

Ludwig's expression collapsed instantly.

Lu Mian was not surprised by this at all; he was a person with rich experience.

He didn't chat with Baron Brignais and Ludwig anymore and continued to watch the paintings, focusing on whether there were hotel-type buildings in the corresponding works, whether there was a human model named Safali, and whether it would cause a certain impact on the visitors' spirits and the surrounding environment.

Unfortunately, he finished watching the three small exhibition halls and didn't find any works worth noting. Instead, the painting "Cafe" that Malen painted with his butt was surrounded by a large number of tourists, with both praise and no lack of disparagement.

Lu Mian stood in the last exhibition hall, pondered for a moment, and once again took out those tea-colored gold-rimmed glasses.

Since neither the naked eye nor "Spirit Vision" could see any substantial problems, then he would try the "Spectator Glasses" that most likely belonged to the same pathway!

After Lu Mian placed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, enduring the dizziness as if the sky and the earth were spinning, he focused his attention on the scenes within his "line of sight."

Every painting here seemed to have detached from the wall and was rotating around him.

The figures in some of the paintings looked at Lu Mian with cold eyes.

Lu Mian was startled at first, thinking that all the works depicting figures here had abnormalities and the situation was very severe, then discovered that he hadn't encountered an attack.

The different figures on different paintings just looked at him, looked at him quietly, looked at him coldly.

They seemed to have a certain consciousness, had a feeling of being alive, but hadn't completely come alive and could walk out of the canvas.

Lu Mian suddenly had a certain realization:

This was another kind of reality seen using the "Spectator Glasses."

Perhaps every painting expressed a truth on some level of the world, but they were thin, flat, and low-level, unable to bring sufficient influence to humanity and the Spirit Realm, only occasionally producing a few special cases; for instance, some works would cause mental confusion or anxiety and irritability if looked at for too long.

And "Painters" might be able to enhance the ability of these low-level flat things to interact with the human world, opening channels for them to enter reality!

In other words, the figures in ordinary paintings might have incomplete, compressed, and spiritless consciousness in a low-level, flat, and thin world, and now they were presented by the "Spectator Glasses."

Similarly, Lu Mian also saw other realities, which was the revelation of the painter's own deepest creative intent.

One of the paintings originally depicted the future Trier. It was divided into two layers: the ground was men and women attending banquets in gorgeous clothes, and the underground was ragged people crawling in dark tunnels, eating earthworms, mice, and moss. And in the "Spectator Glasses," Lu Mian saw fat pigs with greasy mouths on the ground, and ferocious, twisted faces and rotten hands reaching upward underground.

This was what the painter really wanted to express.

The next second, Lu Mian saw Baron Brignais and his godson Ludwig.

The former had nothing special in the "Spectator Glasses," only emitting a faint brass-colored light, while the latter suddenly turned his head, as if looking back at Lu Mian across two exhibition halls.

On the surface of that face with baby fat and a temperament that was slightly honest and simple, the skin squirmed as if it were about to shed, and something seemed to be about to drill out from underneath.

Lu Mian's heart tightened, and he instinctively took off the "Spectator Glasses."

The scene in his line of sight instantly returned to normal.

That guy Ludwig really had a problem... Fortunately, my reaction was fast, otherwise I might have really seen something I shouldn't have seen... Lu Mian's head was very dizzy, his feet felt like they were stepping on cotton, light and nowhere to exert force.

He had always known that the little boy Ludwig had abnormalities and was quite strange, but he didn't expect this guy to give him such a strong intuition of danger.

Whether it was a real human or a real little boy under that honest and cute human skin remained to be seen!

Ugh... Lu Mian had worn the "Spectator Glasses" for too long this time, and his whole body was uncomfortable. Although the dizziness was fading, he was still extremely nauseous, his stomach was cramping, and he wanted to vomit and defecate.

This was something even the physique of an "Intriguer" couldn't resist.

He took a deep breath and walked toward the restroom adjacent to the three exhibition halls.

It was located at the bottom of a very deep corridor, with statues placed or paintings hung on both sides, very much in line with the name Trier Art Center.

Lu Mian rushed into the restroom with hurried steps to solve his own problems.

After washing his face with cold water, he finally came back to life, no longer having obvious adverse reactions.

Walking out of the restroom, Lu Mian naturally cast his gaze toward the wall opposite.

Several paintings were arranged there in order.

One of them was both thrilling and strange, making Lu Mian take a few extra looks:

It was an oil painting with a colorful and overlapping background, and the main part was a woman with a naked body.

The woman's face was very blurry, as if the painter had deliberately left it blank. In contrast, on the surface of this woman's body, there were one after another clear faces. Some were angry, some were hateful, some were vicious, some were happy, some were from cats, some were from dogs, and some seemed to exist only in fantasy. The common point was that they were all translucent but real enough.

Lu Mian looked at this oil painting and suddenly thought of one thing:

Although Gabriel performed everything normally during the process of visiting this art exhibition, this was only what those few writers said. They didn't follow this gentleman every moment, for example, when he went to the restroom!

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Market Avenue, Old Pigeon Cage Theater.

Just as Jenna walked out, she saw a familiar figure standing under a gas street lamp pole across the road.

It was a little boy, wearing a white shirt, silver vest, black coat, and mercury-colored bow tie, with light yellow hair combed neatly.

The child who gave me good luck last time... that very powerful Beyonder! While Jenna was surprised and stunned, she instinctively crossed the street and walked to the little boy's side.

She lowered her body slightly and asked with a smile:

"Are you waiting for me?"

The little boy turned his head to look at her and muttered:

"It's not that I'm waiting for you, it's that you're waiting for me. You encountered me earlier than other choices."

What's the matter this time? For that impending disaster, do you want to give me good luck and let me discover something? As Jenna's thoughts turned, she asked casually:

"Didn't you say this direction was a bit dangerous last time? Why did you come over this time?"

The little boy answered seriously:

"That day was that day, today is today. Just because it was a bit dangerous that day doesn't mean it's dangerous today."

"Alright..." Jenna smiled tentatively, "Are you looking for me to help, let me help you buy an ice cream?"

The little boy sighed long and like an adult:

"It's something else, I will pay the reward."

Reward, give me good luck? Jenna had some vague guesses. She didn't ask what the reward was and asked straightforwardly:

"What help?"

The little boy reached into his pocket, took out a golden coin, and answered the question irrelevantly:

"It will be your reward, a lucky gold coin."

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(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 458 =====