Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead-Chapter 523 - 259: Can You Really Do Anything?

Entering the gallery, he walked inside, hoping silently that Lu Langfeng hadn’t already turned into a corpse.

Just as he was about to approach the studio, the door opened, and a young man who looked in his early twenties with a youthful face stepped out, holding a paintbrush stained with paint. He was visibly startled to see Wu Chang outside the studio.

The young man bent his wrist, used the curve of his unsoiled wrist to push up his glasses, and then said to Wu Chang:

"Sir, the gallery is closed today. Please come again tomorrow."

Wu Chang looked at the young man and asked, "Are you an employee here?"

The young man replied, "I’m learning painting with Mr. Lu and helping to watch the shop."

Wu Chang surveyed the surroundings and asked, "Is Mr. Lu around? I’m a friend of his and need to see him."

"Please wait a moment." The young man quickly walked to the lounge, glanced inside, then turned and said:

"Mr. Lu asked me to practice on my own earlier, saying he had some matters to attend to and needed to go out. It seems he’s not in the gallery. Would you like to sit and wait for a while? Mr. Lu should be back soon."

Wu Chang asked, "Did Mr. Lu say where he was going?"

"No." The young man shook his head blankly.

Wu Chang sighed and then said, "Mind if I take a look inside the studio?"

The young man said, "Of course not."

The young man was practicing outside the studio; Lu Langfeng had set a topic and direction for him.

The inner studio was Lu Langfeng’s private studio, also his creative space.

Most of Lu Langfeng’s works were completed either in the gallery’s exhibition area or outdoors, and this form of public creation and showcasing attracted considerable traffic to the gallery. However, some private works still needed to be created in a private environment.

Not out of fear of being influenced, mainly out of concern that they might be photographed and fail to pass inspection.

For example, nude portraits.

Although this is considered art, Lu Langfeng’s paintings convey an extremely rich emotion. While what he painted was art, what viewers perceived was another matter.

Wu Chang followed his inspiration and found a work covered with a black cloth in Lu Langfeng’s private studio.

Unveiling the cloth, inside was a nude portrait, with Yu Siyi as the model.

The young girl in the picture showed no attempt to cover her body, her stiff limbs somewhat awkwardly displaying everything about herself.

Her face bore no shyness, only suffocating affection, her gaze almost tangible; even through paper, one could feel the intensity of the emotions.

She was offering everything of herself, with her dedication aimed at Lu Langfeng as he painted.

Lu Langfeng definitely had issues.

Wu Chang put the painting back, walked out of the studio, and told the young man, "I’ll just wait here for him."

Meanwhile, in the deepest part of the Management Bureau’s fifth underground level, inside the maximum-security prison cell.

Yu Siyi leaned against the corner, nervously fidgeting with the holes on her body.

Worried that she might have hidden dangerous items, the Management Bureau members had confiscated her earrings, tongue piercing, nose piercing, and lip piercing before locking her in.

She caressed the empty holes on her face, feeling unusual without those ornaments, as though she had become a stranger, no longer the self she recognized.

This left her feeling very hollow, insecure.

Fortunately, she still had him.

She wished time would pass faster.

She could not wait any longer.

She could not wait to manipulate the blood in the cell to control the surveillance cameras in the room.

Ever since she was locked in this cell, she started releasing a faint mist of blood, so light that without observable skills, it was impossible to see with the naked eye.

The mist spread everywhere, enveloping the cameras in every corner of the room.

As the mist infiltrated the cameras, the red glow flashed in the eyes of the two guards staring at them, causing them to instinctively look away and stop watching the scene within the cameras.

Now! The time had come!

Yu Siyi grew excited, rolling up her sleeve, and as she activated her internal energy, a blood-red door appeared on her left forearm.

The door’s outline was blood red, as if painted with fresh blood. The tattoo artist’s skill was extraordinary, making the doorframe seem as though it was made of flowing blood, ready to spill out with just a flick of the forearm.

Not just seeming to, but as Yu Siyi bit her finger and punctured the seam of the blood-red door, the tightly shut door swung open, a large volume of blood pouring out from within into reality.

The blood lost by fifteen victims was all stored within her tattoo.

The blood dripped onto the cell floor, slowly forming a large, blood-red door.

When the blood stored in Yu Siyi’s arm tattoo, including the blood used to draw it, all flowed out, a magnified version of the blood-red door appeared before her.

The door opened, and Lu Langfeng stepped out.

At the moment she saw Lu Langfeng, Yu Siyi leapt toward him.

"You arrived earlier than expected."

Lu Langfeng smiled and said, "A little fellow is tracking my information, I had to come in advance."

Yu Siyi appeared slightly downcast, and softly asked, "Is it because of me?"

Lu Langfeng patted Yu Siyi’s head, softly saying, "Of course not, it’s intentional on my part."

He picked up Yu Siyi’s left arm, the tattoo on it already dissipated, but many pinholes remained from the initial shaping.

"Does it hurt?"

Yu Siyi looked at Lu Langfeng and said, "I don’t feel it."

"You’re really strong." Lu Langfeng praised her.

Yu Siyi said firmly, "As long as I can help, I will do anything."

Lu Langfeng leaned close to her ear and asked, "Will you really do anything?"

Yu Siyi replied without hesitation, "Of course!"

Lu Langfeng stepped back from Yu Siyi, his voice slightly distant, "Very well, there’s something important later on that only you can accomplish. I hope you won’t disappoint me."