"By the way, Tom, your painting is very interesting, interesting, very interesting."

Look for the opportunity and do what you like. What do children of this age like the most? The answer is undoubtedly praise, especially when your work is praised by others, it is hard to refuse.

Sure enough, as soon as Will spoke, Tom, whose hobby was painting, immediately smiled and was extremely happy. He first glanced at the paintings on the coffee table, then turned to the new neighbor and asked curiously: "So what do you think of my paintings?

"

“Great! Very Picasso style!”

"Picasso? Who is Picasso?"

"A world-class painting master, and also a master of abstract painting."

"What is abstraction?"

"Well, um, the so-called abstraction refers to the relative concept of concreteness. To put it bluntly, it is an alternative style of portraiture that is different from the realism style. You can understand it as random drawings, but the paintings are often full of the author's thoughts, which is a kind of through

An unconventional art genre that uses painting to express certain meanings.”

"Although I don't understand what you are talking about, you seem to be very powerful."

As expected, when he heard that his work could be linked to Naruto, the boy scratched his head and became even more happy. Seeing that the fire was almost done, his mind was spinning. Will also saw the opportunity and continued to speak. Now he was on the right track and hurriedly asked.

The key issue that has been troubled for a long time:

"So...who is this person in your painting?"

(Tell me, tell me the identity of the man in the painting, tell me what this is!)

Using the flattery technique, Will originally thought that the boy would tell him the identity of the faceless man when the question was raised, but who would have thought...

As the question entered his eardrums, for some reason, the boy did not answer or respond. He just looked down at the painting in silence. After looking at it for a long time, Tom broke the silence and instinctively shrugged. He shook his head slightly while shrugging his shoulders, and finally stared with a blank expression.

Will replied:

"have no idea."

"What? Don't know? You said you don't know?"

"Yeah, I really don't know.".

"Didn't you refer to anything? For example, books, images, or movies and videos?"

"No."

His expression was frozen, his expression was astonished, and his whole person was stunned on the spot as if he had been coated with a layer of cement.

Obviously, Tom's answer undoubtedly exceeded Will's expectations. He had considered the other party's answer, and even imagined that there were several answers. He might answer that it was based on his personal imagination, or he might answer that it was yes.

It was something in a book or a movie or TV show. Although there were many speculations, he only expected that the other party would simply and directly answer that he didn't know?

I don’t know? It’s neither a personal imagination nor a reference to movies and books. Since it’s nothing, how did you draw this thing?

As for Tom…

At this moment, looking at the sofa opposite and the brown-haired man in front of him staring at him with a puzzled expression, he probably realized that his answer was indeed a bit strange. The boy suddenly realized that he scratched his head first, and then put on a look on his face.

Recalling his thinking state, it took more than ten seconds for the boy to add to the above answer:

"I mean I don't know who the man in the painting is, but I have seen this man once."

………

"Hey, man, are you sure you want to quit your job and move here?"

"Yes, I am tired of this busy life. I don't want to continue this kind of life for a moment. I can't wait to leave New York by plane and go elsewhere. Of course, I will give Tamiflu as much as possible before leaving.

If that bastard likes to cause some trouble, such as deleting the survey data I recently compiled from the folder, he will not be allowed to use my results to claim credit from his superiors under any circumstances!"

"Haha, it's not just you. It's really in line with your personality to do this. Well, Duffell is not a good person anyway. There are many people in the company who hate him. Let's get back to the topic.

Now that you are leaving New York, where do you plan to live?”

"I've thought about this question a long time ago. How about California?"

"California? That's the West. In my personal impression, there are not only small towns but farms, and there are endless fields of bookmakers. It must be fun to run on horseback. Is it possible, you...don't tell me what you plan to do.

Go there and be a farmer?”

"Yes, you are indeed my friend. John, you guessed it right. I plan to live there exactly, and as early as three days ago, I had entrusted an intermediary to buy a small farm in a remote location locally. In other words, I got off the plane.

I don’t need to stay in a hotel, I can go directly to the farm to start a new life. Now, here are the photos of the farm sent by the agency.”

"Well, it's not bad. Although the location is a bit remote, the surrounding environment is beautiful. If possible, after I retire, I would like to herd sheep leisurely on the entire farm in the west. I can even dress up as a cowboy if I have nothing to do. It's a pity that my aunt doesn't look like a cowboy."

Your aunt left you a million inheritance like that, allowing you to live a retired life decades early, huh? Wait, what is this?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean what is that dark patch of land south of the farm?".

"Do you have bad eyesight? That's a forest. According to the agent, there is a dense forest near the farm I bought. It should be this forest. What? Is there a problem?"

"There's a problem, of course there's a problem, and as an amateur paranormal enthusiast, I find this woods a little odd."

"Oh? How do you say this?"

"Judging from the brightness of the photo, I guess the shooting time should be around one or two o'clock in the afternoon, and this time period coincides with the brightest time of the day. Otherwise, the farm and the surrounding environment would not be so clear, but the problem is exactly that.

Here, since the surrounding environment including the farm is all bright and well-lit, why is it that only the woods to the south are dark overall? At first glance, I thought it was a dark cloud falling to the ground, don't you think

Feeling weird?"

"John, your old habit of being suspicious has happened again. I strongly protest against this. Isn't it just a forest? And it is reasonable and reasonable that larger woods can often block the sun. What's the fuss?

of?"

"No, no, you seem to have misunderstood what I meant. What I mean is that this forest is a bit too dark. It is in sharp contrast with nearby farms and surrounding wilderness wheat fields. It feels a bit incongruous, unless it is deliberately processed through Photoshop.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the woods to be so dim in broad daylight in reality. Also, the last one of the photos you showed me was rather blurry, with a little something similar to video snowflakes mixed in. Could it be that the camera malfunctioned during the shooting?"

.

"Hey, hey, hey, why do you care about this? A dozen photos aren't enough for me to see everything clearly? It's no big deal if an occasionally unclear photo appears due to a shooting error. Okay, okay, John.

Just shut up, I came to you to drink, not to chat with you about your meaningless personal hobbies. Let’s go to the bar and I’ll treat you!”

………

California, in a remote wilderness, in the living room of a farm.

"I mean I don't know who the man in the painting is, but I have seen this man once."

As soon as the boy said this, Will's confused face immediately changed. It became surprised and shocked. He was eager to know the identity of the faceless man, so before Tom could explain, the man seemed to be possessed by some kind of

Controlled by his emotions, he asked impatiently: "You said you have seen the man in the painting? Where? Where have you seen him?"

No one understands Will's current mood, and so does everyone else, and the same goes for Tom. Although the description is correct, but after noticing the nervous urging tone of his new neighbor for a moment, Tom could only tell the truth truthfully in the following time,

Then he gave a complete account of his recent encounter:

"Last week, yes, last week, that day happened to be the weekend. At the beginning, I was walking alone in the woods in the south. After the sky got dark, I was hungry and planned to go home for dinner, but just as I was about to walk out

When I was in the woods, I felt something. I vaguely felt that something seemed to be following me behind me. I was very scared at the time and thought it was a beast in the forest. Thinking of this, I quickly turned back, but when I turned around, I found that there was nothing behind me.

, let alone wild beasts, not even a hare was seen.”

"Seeing that there was no wild beast behind me, I was worried and quickened my pace and continued home. Strangely, not long after I walked, the feeling of being followed emerged again. I naturally turned around to look behind me again. The result was that there was nothing. It was still nothing.

None. When I saw this, I panicked, so I ran. Anyway, I finally managed to run out of the woods..."

As the saying goes, you can only understand the current situation through personal experience. This statement is indeed true. On the surface, the above description is not a big deal. In the eyes of adults, it is nothing more than being nervous and scaring yourself. But that time, I was followed by an unknown thing.

The experience was truly bizarre for a child like Tom, and precisely because of the strange experience, the boy’s expression during the narration

Gradually changing, he gradually revealed a strange expression that was both confused, nervous and mixed with suspicion. As the narration came to this point, he paused. After taking a deep breath, the boy continued: "In order to avoid the constant tracking, I ran out.

I ran out of the woods, but when I successfully ran out of the woods and reached the opposite road, I turned around and saw a person."

"At that time, I was standing on a road near the woods, and there was another person standing on the edge of the woods about a hundred meters away. A man, that was a man in a black suit. He was standing on the edge of the woods facing me.

Standing motionless in the direction in which it is located, due to the distance

It was far away and it was dark in the evening. Although I saw the man wearing a suit, I couldn't see his face clearly. In addition, I also found that the man was very tall, almost as tall as

More than a small tree, after all, the many trees around the man in the suit are the most

It was a good reference. The man was tall and slender, and even his arms were much longer than normal people. I was very curious at that time. After all, I had never seen such a strange person. I opened my eyes wide and tried to see.

I tried to see the other person's face clearly, but I still couldn't see clearly. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't see clearly.

No matter how hard my eyes stretched my neck, I couldn't see the man's face clearly from beginning to end. After trying hard for a long time, I could only vaguely see a touch of white. Yes, white. His head seemed to be white, as if... it was as if the hair on his head and his facial features were all covered in white.

The eraser erased that blank space..."

"I thought I was blinded at the time, so I reached out and rubbed my eyes vigorously. But the strange thing is that when I finished rubbing my eyes and looked towards the woods opposite, the man in the suit disappeared. He disappeared in just a short time.

Inexplicably disappear in an instant

Miss you? Just when I was in a daze in disbelief and shock, my mother happened to run from behind and called me to eat.

In the evening, I was beaten by my mother after dinner."

Tom's narration ends here, and the narration process is very smooth. As for Will, who has been sitting on the sofa and listening intently...
To be continued...