Chapter 386 Sculpture
After perfecting the plan, Fang Xian transformed himself into a ruthless typing machine.
In just one night, he wrote a thick stack of manuscripts. Not only did he complete Roca's original novel, he also wrote the beginnings of several new horror and tragic novels, preparing to submit them to a publishing house .
As for short poems?
It’s better not to challenge Love’s sensitive nerves with such a terrifying thing.
After finishing all this, he had a good sleep, and when he woke up, it was already afternoon.
He took a thick stack of envelopes, got in his car, and drove to a supermarket dozens of miles away to shop and deliver the letters.
Well, that's the nature of Orsay City. It's too big and has too few people. Even going out to shop requires driving for half an hour.
Without a car, it would be impossible to move around.
Moreover, the rich here prefer to live in the suburbs, away from the city and close to nature .
The closer you get to the city, the more slums you see and the more serious the pollution is.
About two hours later, he came back with a thick paper bag, sorted the milk, bread and fresh meat into different categories, and fried himself a piece of steak, which he served with French fries and ketchup for dinner.
"Luo Fu didn't come out to review my manuscript. Isn't he afraid that I might leak the secret?"
'No, no, given the caution of investigators, they probably have dedicated censors in all influential newspapers and publishing houses?'
While cutting the steak, Fang Xian was thinking about the investigator's possible reaction and his own goal.
"I write horror and tragic novels to improve my abilities, so that I won't be killed by sudden abnormal situations, and I can continue my career as an investigator for a longer period of time..."
"As an investigator for a long time, I will definitely come into contact with different supernatural powers... Then, maybe I can choose a path and slowly improve myself. When I reach a sufficient level, I can try to solve my road problem..."
'The Tribulation Power is annihilated, it's also level six, but it's too bad... I don't even have Tribulation Power anymore, how can I make progress? Am I going to be stuck at level six and be an ordinary person?'
"Is the road I created... a dead end?"
"The way to Daluo is not that simple... No matter how much I have deduced it before, it is not as good as experiencing it personally..."
After eating and drinking, Fang Xian took a bath and fell asleep quickly.
Before falling asleep, he made the decision to accept Shara's invitation to visit the art exhibition.
…
It was a nice, sunny day.
Fang Xian drove towards the city. The desolate scenes on both sides quickly receded, the outline of a city gradually emerged, and the shadows of the black buildings became taller and taller.
This is Orsay, a coastal city with a not particularly developed economy, famous for its tourism and fishing industries.
At the same time, there are several well - , so there are also many artists and literature lovers.
After parking the car, he saw Shara and Steward.
Xia La was wearing a clean white dress and holding a parasol, and she looked very young and beautiful.
Stewart, with his hair in an exaggerated style, came up and gave Fang Xian a hug: "Rocca... I'm sorry, it was my fault for the last party... I made you stay in the hospital for so long."
Well, the last Simpson incident has been determined. Even Steward thought that he had misjudged Simpson and harmed a group of people.
This resulted in him having a very bad reputation in his social circle, and few people were willing to continue being friends with him.
"fine."
Fang Xian took out the invitation letter that came with the letter and said, "Let's go. Is the organizer of this art exhibition a newcomer?"
"Yes, his name is Devin, and he is a talented sculptor!"
Xia La chuckled and said, "One of his works was once sold for a high price of 1,000 gold pounds. Many admirers recognize his talent and believe that he has the potential to catch up with Master Kepro!"
Kaipro!
This famous sculptor in world history, a great artist whose name will go down in history.
Its style is known for its diversity, magnificence, boldness and unrestrainedness.
It’s a pity that he fell into madness in his later years and died of insanity after completing a work.
Fang Xian's mind was filled with the evaluation of this master, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart; 'The profession of artist is too dangerous in this world... They are generally highly inspired and are easily exposed to some abnormal and strange things. They may actively and fanatically pursue them and regard them as the source of inspiration and creation.'
"Well, I really can't wait to meet you."
He chuckled and followed Shara and Steward into the venue.
On both sides of the venue, there are plaster statues of various shapes.
They include portraits, animals, and some abstract works.
Although Fang Xian didn't know how to appreciate them, he felt that these sculptures were very lifelike.
"And... it's still normal. Nothing special enough to inspire my desire to create..."
Fang Xian commented in his heart.
He regards whether it can inspire his creation as the criterion for determining whether it is a "supernatural power".
Right in front of the exhibition hall, there is a small stage.
At this time, an old man in a black suit was making his final statement into the microphone: "Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce to you the sculptor Dewen!"
He is a celebrity in the city. He took the initiative to support Dewen, which was very helpful for him to become famous overnight.
"It's really enviable. He is so young and has achieved success..."
Stewart looked at Devin who came out.
He was a young man in his twenties, tall and thin, wearing a tuxedo, with thin cheeks and sunken eyes. It seemed that he did not sleep well last night due to nervousness.
Of course, the audience understood him very well and gave him warm applause.
“Thank you all for coming to my sculpture exhibition… Orsay is a warm and hospitable city, and I fell deeply in love with this land… Here, I would also like to thank my teacher, my guide…”
Dewen grabbed the microphone and spoke stutteringly.
"Yeah... We want to hold a book signing event, but I don't know when that will be..."
Fang Xian pretended to be a little bored and shrugged his shoulders: "I want to look around, you guys can do whatever you want..."
He walked through exhibition hall after exhibition hall, looking at the different sculptures, and suddenly inspiration struck him.
When he followed the feeling and walked to the door of a studio, the throbbing stopped.
'Is there something behind the door?'
Fang Xian's eyebrows twitched, but he didn't rush in rashly.
He is now just a trainee investigator who knows two spells. Apart from that, even his status is empty.
This means that one's high status is like the might of a dragon or a tiger. It's no problem to scare rabbits and mice, but if one encounters a group of wolves or another tiger, they won't be afraid at all and will pounce on them directly...then they will find that they are actually a paper tiger that will burst with a single poke...
At this moment, he was not confident enough to deal with the dangers brought by supernatural forces.
