"I won't disturb you anymore," the morning jogger said politely.

Yuri nodded subconsciously, and when he saw the morning runner about to turn around, he subconsciously stopped him: "Wait, can you do me a favor?"

"Sir, what's the matter?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Yuri always felt that the other person's voice was a little cold. But he didn't pay too much attention to it, "If possible, can you help me?"

"help?"

…

"By the way, go a little to the left, a little further, okay, okay, right here! Don't move! It'll be fine soon!"

Under the old wall, the morning jogger lent his shoulders, and Yuri rode on his shoulders so that he could reach a higher position on the wall.

He took out some paint tubes from his clothes. It was his habit to always carry some with him... At this time, he squeezed out the entire tube of paint and painted it on the graffiti with his fingers.

The position of the upper left corner.

Lemon yellow.

A circle...a sun.

On the twisted city, a bright yellow sun, black and sunlight, looked extremely strange... But after putting Yuri down, the morning jogger stared at it for a long time.

He suddenly said softly: "Sir, I think you are wrong about something. That is, no one will like this, at least I like it very much. I think I have finally waited for the perfect day."

Yuri smiled and said, "You are such a weirdo."

He shook his head: "I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going to find a new job now. Otherwise, I guess I won't even have charcoal next time... Goodbye, I'm glad to meet you again."

"Sir, may I know your name?"

"Yuri, my name is Yuri."

"Do you like drawing?"

Yuri was silent for a while, shook his head and said, "I'm not too sure now."

The morning jogger suddenly opened his coat and took out a pen, "Give me your hand."

He wrote a phone number on Yuri's palm and told him: "I have a friend who also likes to draw. You can talk about it. I, by the way, I suggest that you also learn from him.

Hmm... just say it was introduced by Vladimirovich, his old friend from judo class."

"judo?"

"I hope to see your works in the future." The morning runner said calmly: "Mr. Yuri."

…

"It turned out to be a rich man."

Yuri looked at the phone number written on his palm and watched as the morning jogger finally got into a black car... Was the driver a little too muscular?

It must be a bodyguard, right?

Yuri thought for a moment and felt that there was nothing wrong with making this call, so he dialed the number on the palm of his hand.

"Hello, this is the Repin Academy of Fine Arts, and I am Professor Apliem. How can I help you?"

Yuri subconsciously reached out and patted his face... Repin Academy of Fine Arts... the former Royal Academy of Fine Arts... Apliem... this is the authority in the art world!

"Vladimirovich...Vladimirovich...Judo?" Yuri's heart suddenly beat violently: "Could it be...him!! I actually rode on...the shoulders!"

!”

Yuri turned around suddenly and looked at the graffiti on the wall.

He suddenly felt that he might be favored by the god of luck today.

"Hello? Hello? Hello? Is there anyone there?"

"Ah...Hello, I'm here! I'm here! I'm here! My name is Professor Yuri Apulem. I'm sorry to call you. It's like this. There is a..."

…

…

Luo Qiu was reading softly the contents of the parchment in his hand.

"First, let Mr. Yuri forget everything about you and Yefim, and restore his memory to before he met you. Complete."

"Second, give him a chance to pursue his dream...complete it."

"Third, let Mr. Yuri enjoy a life span of up to twenty-five years again... Well, I'm sorry, Miss Anna, Mr. Yuri has already made a deal with us before, and your soul trading money is not enough.

Even if you buy his soul back, your lifespan will only be up to twenty-five years."

Gently rolling up the parchment in his hand, Luo Qiu looked at Anna in front of him with a smile and whispered

: "Excuse me, does the above meet what you want, Miss Anna?"

"Okay." Anna nodded gently.

It seemed very peaceful.

She was so calm that it made no difference whether she opened her eyes or closed them. At this moment, she slowly closed her eyes, knowing what was waiting for her next.

Death...the soul belongs to the other person. She doesn't know what the soul looks like, but she knows death.

But after waiting for a while, Anna didn't feel anything wrong with her body.

This made her open her eyes in confusion.

"Miss Anna, I'm curious about something."

Luo Qiu asked softly: "You said that Yefim and the curator of the museum conspired to steal "The Unknown Girl", and the paint used was actually a kind of fading paint. Well... the museum owner took advantage of his daily life

When maintaining the painting, I secretly applied this special paint on the real painting and then hung it up again. This paint is quite special and will undergo two changes, from appearing to fading."

"Well..." Luo Qiu smiled and said: "It was normal when it was hung up, but after being exposed to special light, the color appeared, and the good painting became the same color as the bottom frame. Look.

When you wake up, the real painting seems to have disappeared. After that, as long as you report the crime, wait for the police to ask questions, and then take down the painting with only the 'frame' left, you will be there without anyone noticing..."

Anna said calmly: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"Nothing." Boss Luo walked away a few steps and came to the living room.

There was an easel placed here, and he opened the canvas on the easel, and what was revealed was also a painting called "Unknown Girl".

"This...you took it out of the art museum?"

"No. This is not the second "Unknown Girl" painted by Mr. Uri in the manor that is hanging in the art gallery... but the first one, the first one that Miss Anna sold at the auction.

"

"Impossible, it has obviously been destroyed by Yuri!"

"Well, I picked it back up later and repaired it a little bit." Luo Qiu stretched out his hand and slowly rubbed it on the painting. He looked into Anna's eyes: "During the repair process, I discovered some very interesting things.

That's it. I just talked about the paint."

When the color on the painting slowly melted away and turned into a mass of stains, it seemed as if it had been washed away by something.

The nameless girl has disappeared.

There is only one other woman on it, with a smile... her eyes are moving and her smile is charming.

"Yuri..."

Anna folded her right hand with her left hand, and gently folded her trembling hands on her lips, looking at its original appearance longingly.

When a tear slipped down, she could only be heard speaking softly in a choked voice.

"Thank you...for loving me."

Among the black and white, a little bit of color spreads slowly, not bright, not large, just a little bit.

But it was enough to fascinate Boss Luo, who quietly admired it.

…

The light ball of the soul slowly floated out from Anna's forehead, like a floating dandelion, and finally landed in Luo Qiu's palm.

Its brilliance is shrinking little by little.

“Above standard.”

The maid who was waiting silently said softly next to the master with a smile: "Congratulations, master."

Luo Qiu seemed to be in a good mood. With a smile, he picked up the painting from the painter and looked at it carefully, "When you get back, how about you find a place to hang it?"

"Okay." The maid responded softly, and then added: "It's a pity that Yuri has erased all his memories and hasn't had time to name it yet."

"Name it?" Luo Qiu was stunned, then chuckled: "Isn't it already named? Look, who is it painting?"

Hence the name of the painting.
Chapter completed!