Chapter 114 The ultimate goal (please subscribe!)

Author: Xingsheng

Chapter 114 The ultimate goal (please subscribe!)

He said he was going to Shengfang Manor, but in fact Gu Chi took Lingmao to a cafe.

Logically speaking, imperative statements should not be within the scope of judging lies, but to be on the safe side, Gu Chi thinks it is better to lie.

Life is not about having a baby, it only once.

It will be more efficient to divide troops into two groups.

After ordering two cups of coffee, Gu Chi looked at the information in his hand.

Contains Ms. Trisley's personal information, with a photo of her daughter.

According to the crime files, Ms. Trislie was once a painter.

A firm "anti-inspiring" painter.

Most of her paintings express their hatred and hatred for the strange world - this is no problem in itself. Who in the capital of the strange world hates the strange world?

But not everyone has the courage to do so. People will be afraid of anything that is related to the weirdness.

The paintings were not sold, and Trislie's originally good family background declined and gradually became poor.

But she still insisted.

Trisley's artistic talent is very high, so high that it can be described as "genius". Genius and madman are often only one line away. Trisley interprets this very well.

At the age of 27, her husband died of wilt, just because he accidentally said he loved her.

This sentence is more painful than any other truth, and is the most fatal blow to loving couples.

Since then, Trisley has developed paranoid and crazy hatred for Gui Ze, and the genius has become a madman, and he has been crazy for forty years.

Both neighbors and friends understand and sympathize with Trislie's experience, but they dare not get too close to her. The only thing they can do is to use money to help Trislie so that she and her daughter will not starve to death.

Until one day, Trislien revenges.

She suddenly found her friends and asked them to speak in the blood fog area, shed tears in the evil spirit area, and speak bluntly in the withering area.

She also used the paintings full of suggestive meaning as posters and leaflets, and distributed them everywhere in the name of promoting freedom.

This incident was very big at the time.

Let’s not talk about freedom or not, this behavior itself is undoubtedly instigating others to die.

Without surprise, Trislie was soon arrested for intentional homicide and endangering public safety.

In the detention center, Trislie refused to listen to advice, refused to repent, and even tried to deceive the guards. She was eventually sentenced to death and was later sent to the Ander Hotel in the Blood Mist District as a test subject for shadows.

The information on the archive is almost all that, and you can see a rough idea, but it is not detailed.

This is why Gu Chi brought Lingmao to the cafe instead of returning to the hotel.

Trisley's daughter Daisy works in this cafe.

As for Shengfang Manor, we will leave it to Dr. Chen and Huang Ya.

Gu Chi is very relieved to do things sweetly.

Lingmao supported her head with one hand and stirred the coffee in the cup with the other, looking at Gu Chi like she was enjoying the scenery.

As a stupid person, Lingmao dared not speak casually, and did not use other methods to disturb Gu Chi's thinking - she is so quiet and well-behaved, and obedient and sensible, it shouldn't be too much to reward her with more views on Gu Chi?

Lingmao tried to find some flaws from Gu Chi, but after searching for a long time, she couldn't find them. She only saw Gu Chi's advantages and strengths, shortcomings, and so on. It seemed that only she herself had...

Soon, a middle-aged woman who went out to purchase returned to the cafe.

Seeing that she was about forty years old and wearing heavy makeup, she still couldn't cover the haggardness and indifference between her eyebrows and eyes. Her expression seemed to be smiling, but she didn't have much spirit in her eyes. It seemed that she was just because of her professional needs and pretended to be in a good mood.

Gu Chi compared the photos at hand, looked at the dazed bell cat, gently tapped the table, and walked towards the bar.

Lingmao came to her senses, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly shook off the messy things in her mind and followed Gu Chi.

"Hello, it's Miss Daisy?" Gu Chi asked.

Daisy turned around and looked at the strange man in front of her: "No."

Gu Chi smiled: "Can we talk?"

Daisy subconsciously wanted to refuse. She had no habit of chatting with strangers, even if the other party was handsome enough - she didn't think there was anything that an old woman could attract such a man.

But when he saw the black bracelet in Gu Chi's hand, Daisy swallowed the words of rejection.

A sudden wave of waves appeared in her calm and indifferent eyes, and a faint sadness passed through. Although she accepted this fact early in the morning and even forgot about Trislie's appearance, at this time, Daisy found that she was just lying to herself.

How could a daughter forget her mother's appearance?

Those scattered pieces of memory were pieced together in my mind, and Daisy seemed to see her mother laughing and coaxing her with a paper windmill when she was a child. These pictures have become more and more fresh, just like yesterday.

Daisy turned her head, pursed her lips, blinked her eyes several times, and her eyelashes left a shallow black mark on her eye bags. After a while, she asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Everyone talks, except for your mother's affairs..." Gu Chi approached Daisy slightly, lowered her head and voice, "What's wrong with Guize."

Daisy's pupils shrank, and she looked at Gu Chi in disbelief.

Can this man speak frankly?

Gu Chi: "Let's talk in another place?"

The withered area is really not suitable for discussion.

Influenced by her mother since childhood, Daisy is not as afraid and weird as others, but more hatred. This is consistent with Gu Chi's judgment. Daisy was shocked and quickly calmed down her emotions. She wiped off the traces on her face and said twice: "No."

"Go to my house."

The imperative sentences are indeed not affected by strange principles.

Daisy took off her work apron she had just changed into, asked the store manager for leave, and then left the cafe with Gu Chi.

Daisy's home is on the edge of the junction between the Withered Area and the Evil Spirit Area. Gu Chi and others passed by here not long ago, but never thought that the clue was under their noses.

This is an old and small house, with sofas and coffee tables almost crowded together, and the lighting is a bit poor, resulting in the clean and old floor that looks a bit dirty.

It is hard to imagine that the once wealthy Trislie and her daughter would live in such a place. Even if the lights are turned on and the exquisite objects placed on the cabinets are illuminated, they will not dispel the feeling of downturn brought by poverty, and instead make this contrast even more dazzling.

Daisy didn't say a word, and after entering the house, she led Gu Chi and Lingmao to the basement.

As soon as he opened the door, Gu Chi smelled a smell of pigment.

This is a studio that is spacious than the first floor. The surrounding walls are filled with wooden frames and oil paintings, and the light bulbs are shining with a dim luster.

Gu Chi noticed a red line on the ground, which divided the studio into two areas, half withered area and half evil spirit area.

Lingmao looked at the paintings by the wall in amazement, and she found that the paintings were all beautifully drawn.

There is a night by the woods lake, and ghosts are reflected in the sparkling lake surface, and people are struggling in the ghosts.

There is a bustling city at night, with fireworks blooming in the night sky and huge fires in the town, which looks very lively.

There is also a spiral staircase with a downward angle, with a touch of red in the middle, as if a person fell to death and splashed blood.

Well... Although it is a little abstract and a bit anti-human, it is at least something she can understand.

"These are my mother's previous paintings. How about it? Are they very dark?" Daisy had already walked to the evil spirit area of ​​the studio. No need to lie anymore. She held two small stools in her hand and placed them on the paint table, signaling Gu Chi to sit.

"Thanks."

Gu Chi replied to her: "Darkness is relative, I can understand Ms. Trislie's mood."

The bellcat was still next to the oil painting and seemed to be very interested in the painting. She turned her head and asked Daisy, "Can I take a closer look at them?"

"Yes, do whatever you want." Daisy doesn't like these paintings.

Trisley put much effort into them than her daughter. If the memories brought to her by the bracelet were beautiful, these oil paintings were painful, and Daisy wanted to throw them away more than once.

Although she understood that Trisley's change was because of the weirdness, it was not enough to be a reason for a mother to ignore her daughter. Time can dilute many things, but Daisy can't let go of this point yet.

But today she is much more mature than when she was young. Seeing this unreliable feeling clearly is her expectation for Trislie's gentle side, not all of which is hatred, but also heartbreaking love.

Trisley is her mother after all.

Daisy spoke calmly: "How did she die?"

"Shadow." Gu Chi replied, putting the bracelet on the table, "My companion and I discovered it from the wicked belly when we cleared the shadows at the Andel Hotel."

Daisy looked at the black bracelet for a while, then pulled the corner of her mouth: "Then she is not in vain, at least she has made some contributions to the others."

"Have you stopped her at the beginning?" Gu Chi asked, "promoting freedom."

Daisy shook her head: "No, because I know I can't stop her."

"She's just a lunatic and won't listen to anyone's words."

"Do you understand what it feels like to be splashed with oil paint because a little girl was worried that her mother would be hungry, so she made her favorite snack to find her, but she ended up being splashed with oil paintings?"

"I have never bothered her since then."

She used the word "disturbance".

"She only has her husband and no daughter as me. At that time, I thought she wanted to kill herself and go to reunite with my father earlier." Daisy mocked her tone, "I thought she wouldn't have the strength to do anything else when she gets old, but the facts prove that a madman is always a madman."
To be continued...