House Where the Monsters Dwell Chapter 9

Gu Baifang.

He lowered his head, took out his cell phone, and sent a message to Emmett Zhai for help.

What should I do if Mr. Moji comes to see me?

Unfortunately, he didn't get an answer right away.

Although Emmett Zhai has a lot of free time when he is not working, when he is working, he is basically working non-stop, and it is common for him not to come back for several months.

The doorbell rang again.

Lyle Gu looked over the peephole and saw that the person outside the door had frowned slightly, seeming to have lost his patience.

Fletcher Si was good-looking and tall. When his face was straight, he had an aura of calmness and dignity. When he frowned and showed displeasure, it made people tremble in their legs.

Before meeting Fletcher Si, Lyle Gu didn't have a specific concept of words like this mysterious momentum and power. It wasn't until Fletcher Si pinned him to the spot with a knife and shivered that he had an idea of   such words. a clear understanding.

To be honest, Lyle Gu was quite afraid of Fletcher Si.

He couldn't think of the reason why Fletcher Si came to him.

It can't be because he saw his previous violent behavior, so he threatened him to let go!

The more Lyle Gu thought about it, the more he became afraid. He leaned against the door in a timid manner, holding the doorknob in his hand and not knowing whether to open it or not.

The doorbell rang for the third time, falling on Lyle Gu's ears like a reminder.

He took a deep breath, turned the doorknob, and opened the door a small crack.

"H-Hello?" Lyle Gu greeted quietly through the crack in the door, "Is something okay?"

Fletcher Si looked at the crack in the door, was silent for two seconds, and said, "I want you to draw."

Lyle Gu was stunned: "Huh?"

"Introduced by Kiera Huang." Fletcher Si opened his eyes and lied, "Are you free?"

Lyle Gu hesitated for a long time under the temptation of money, and finally chose to give in.

To his surprise, Fletcher Si was not scary at all when he was calm.

At this time, the legendary boss was sitting upright on the sofa in the living room. As he was drinking hot tea, he nodded politely to him.

"What kind of painting do you want?" Lyle Gu asked.

Fletcher Si paused and replied, "Anything is fine. I want to see you paint live."

Lyle Gu was stunned, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

It's not impossible to draw on the spot. When he used to set up a small stall, his watercolor sketching efficiency was extremely high. With fifty-one sketches, he could finish one sketch in forty minutes at most, and even if it was faster, he could finish it in twenty minutes.

But it costs fifty bucks to paint a picture for this big guy...

Lyle Gu looked at Fletcher Si and felt that the price of fifty yuan seemed like an insult to this gentleman.

"Is it inconvenient?" Fletcher Si asked.

"No." Lyle Gu pursed his lips, "What level of completion do you want?"

Fletcher Si answered quickly: "That kind of person Kiera Huang."

Lyle Gu was stunned for a while, thinking of the life-size painting he drew for Ms. Mira, and shook his head: "That kind of thing takes a lot of time."

The implication is that it is basically impossible to paint on site.

Recently, he has to follow his teachers and senior brothers to go to the field to make designs every day. The rest of the time to draw the paintings for the exhibition is already a bit nervous.

Lyle Gu calculated the time and said, "I haven't been very free recently."

Fletcher Si frowned.

Lyle Gu looked at his face and felt a thump in his heart.

"I'm not in a hurry." Fletcher Si slowly relaxed his brows and pondered for a while. Then he put the tea in his hand on the coffee table, turned to Lyle Gu and said, "Wait a moment."

Lyle Gu watched Fletcher Si go out and came back three minutes later, holding a framed scroll in his hand and handed it to Lyle Gu.

"Draw this," he said.

Copy?

Lyle Gu took the scroll blankly and slowly unfolded it.

What comes into view is a ferocious and roaring ink dragon head, as if it is about to pounce on the person outside the painting. There are traces of dizziness on the dark brushstrokes. If it continues to unfold, you can see that its four claws are spread out and its fingertips are sharp. ,magnificent.

Ink painting pays more attention to meaning than form.

This roaring dragon head represents both form and meaning to the extreme.

Lyle Gu unfolded all the paintings, but did not see the artist's signature.

He was stunned and turned his head to look at Fletcher Si, hesitant to ask.

Fletcher Si was keenly aware of his hesitation: "What?"

"Can I ask...who painted this painting?" Lyle Gu summoned up the courage to ask.

Fletcher Si shook his head and expressed his refusal.

Lyle Gu silently withdrew his gaze and carefully rolled up the scroll: "I'm sorry, Mr. Si, my level is not up to this level."

"It doesn't matter." Fletcher Si said, "You draw and you decide the price."

Lyle Gu was a little confused.

He knew what his level was, and when he was asked to copy this painting, firstly, the style of the painting did not match, and secondly, it insulted the original artist of the painting.

Besides, for those who work in the art industry, it is a bit disrespectful to people who buy paintings to ask them to copy other people's works.

But capitalists probably won’t understand the sensitive and fragile mood of such art practitioners.

So Lyle Gu told the truth: "I can't copy it."

"It's not copying, it's recreating." Fletcher Si corrected him.

Lyle Gu let out a light sigh.

It is still feasible to recreate based on this painting.

Fletcher Si asked him: "What reward do you want?"

When Lyle Gu heard this, he suddenly came up with the idea that he had just thrown into the corner yesterday.

"That, that..." he asked with a worried face, "Can you please introduce me to a stock?"

Fletcher Si: ...

Fletcher Si showed the same incredible expression as Kiera Huang.

"Wait, after I have the principal in two months..."

Lyle Gu's voice became smaller and smaller under Fletcher Si's incomprehensible gaze. The courage that was inspired by the smell of money deflated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"...Can't you?" He murmured softly.

"...Okay." Fletcher Si encountered this type of monster for the first time.

It should be said that this was the first time I met a monster who didn't take the opportunity to make a deal with him and kill him.

Is the little monster now so simple?

No, those scheming monsters in modern society are definitely not worthy of the word "simple".

It's all human's fault. Look, what have they done to those monsters who only have violent thoughts in their minds?

One sentence can lead to eighteen turns, who taught them?

Monsters clearly weren't like this thousands of years ago.

The monsters from thousands of years ago were simple and straight-minded, and had no major shortcomings except that most of them fed on humans and their fears.

What now!

Fletcher Si looked at Lyle Gu and became angry when he thought of the fancy little monsters he encountered when he went out.

The only truly honest person is probably the little monster in front of me who has not penetrated deeply into human society.

Mr. Si looked at Lyle Gu's eyes sparkling with joy because he nodded and agreed to the reward. He stared at it for a long time, until Lyle Gu felt uncomfortable and looked away.

So cute.

Fletcher Si thought expressionlessly.

"I don't have much time recently, but I will finish the painting you want as soon as possible!"

Lyle Gu was so blinded by money that he even forgot about the shock Fletcher Si had given him, and praised, "You are such a good person."

Fletcher Si was quite happy to be given the good guy card.

He took a sip of tea, stood up and prepared to leave.

When walking to the door, he said to Lyle Gu who was sent out: "Don't play with Emmett Zhai and Kiera Huang."

The vixen and Huapi were making trouble all day long in the whole building. Fletcher Si didn't care about it, but it didn't mean that he liked this kind of commotion.

What a pity that such a simple and obedient little monster was led astray!

Lyle Gu looked up at Fletcher Si, who was taller than Emmett Zhai, and remembered that not long ago, Mr. Zhai was standing here and told him seriously in the same tone: Don't provoke the beast that rules the house in our building, it is very fierce.

Looking at Fletcher Si's equally serious face, Lyle Gu couldn't help but laugh twice and whispered: "Thank you, Mr. Si."

Si Yimingquan agreed as a little guy.

He closed the door with satisfaction, went back home, left the building with more than 30 paintings that he had collected from Kiera Huang, and turned to Unit 7 next door.

There was naturally a reason why he asked Lyle Gu to paint.

In the past ten years, natural disasters have occurred frequently across the land of China, and many strange beasts that symbolize great evil have escaped from their nests. The workload of the group of mythical beasts responsible for guarding China has suddenly increased dramatically, and they can't wait to split one into two.

If Lyle Gu's paintings can meet the requirements, it will be of great help.

It's just that Fletcher Si is still not sure where the special aura on Lyle Gu's paintings comes from.

He seemed to have some impression, but it felt specious and really a bit vague.

The mythical beast has lived for so many years, and it is normal for the distant memories to be blurred.

Fletcher Si guessed that some old guy had let his cubs out to practice.

Which old guy's cub it is? Bai Ze, who is in charge of the seventh unit next door, should be able to identify it through the paintings, Fletcher Si thought.

As a result, when I arrived at Unit 7, I was told that Bai Ze had gone on a trip, and that he had gone on an in-depth exploration of the Amazon jungle, which was half a world away.

How dare you travel at this time!

The good mood Fletcher Si had just cultivated with Lyle Gu disappeared instantly. He was so angry that he kicked down the door of Bai Ze's house and left angrily while carrying the painting.

Lyle Gu carefully hung the painting in the middle of the large studio on the second floor, then rubbed his hungry belly and made a meal. After eating, he received a reply from Mr. Zhai.

Mr. Zhai gave him a candle.

Lyle Gu paused and sent a message back to Mr. Zhai.

He said: Mr. Zhai, I think Mr. Si is a good man.

Emmett Zhai, who was preparing to shoot a night scene in the film and television city, saw this message.

He showed a frightened expression as if he had seen a god.