Chapter 72 Harvest Season

Yu Ning and Mo Xiaokui only said a few words before the waiter came over and took them to the general manager's office on the top floor.

It's not right to put the general manager's office in this location.

Yu Ning remembered that it was written in the book that the general manager's office is usually located near the front desk to facilitate the grasp of the hotel's front-line operations.

The entire floor was empty, as if it was far away from the business area. The air was filled with the strong smell of burning incense, and Sanskrit music was playing. The surroundings were silent.

This place looks more like a temple than an administrative office area. It's so abnormal.

Yu Ning took out the compass he carried with him. If there was dirt here, the compass would react.

The compass did not move, but she heard a faint laughter. The laughter was not transmitted through the ears, but directly to the brain through the spirit, as if laughing at her for overestimating her abilities.

There is clearly something here, but the compass can't detect it. It seems that the things on this floor are not dirty, but they are definitely not good things.

Yu Ning suppressed the growing uneasiness in her heart and secretly thought about asking Mrs. Lin for more money.

They had agreed to only consider Feng Shui, but after coming here she felt that everything could be used here except Feng Shui.

Fortunately, she is a good helper and has a complete set of talismans and magical instruments.
While Yu Ning was thinking about these things, Mo Xiaokui was not idle either. He was carrying a ruler and measuring everywhere. The expression on his face was relatively relaxed when he came in, but became more and more solemn as he went inside.

The road was covered with red carpet, the dark red color looked like it was soaked in blood. There were many picture frames hanging on both sides of the long corridor, all of which were paintings of exotic places. The black cat in Yu Ning's pocket kept calling to the paintings.

"Did you notice it too?" Yu Ning reached out and touched the cat's head to calm his agitated emotions.

These paintings are telling a story in reverse order.

To be precise, it is not a flashback, but the beginning of the painting, which starts from the office door at the end of the road.

Yu Ning and the others came in from the elevator. The painting hanging at the elevator entrance was the ending of the whole story.

She was halfway there now, in the middle of the story.

The painting on the wall showed two girls in white being led forward by a demon with goat horns, with horror on their faces.

Because it is a flashback painting, the expressions on the girls' faces become calmer as you move forward.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, the colors of these paintings are clearly getting brighter and brighter, but why do I feel more and more creepy the more I look at them? Is there something dirty in them?" Mo Xiaokui asked Yu Ning while rubbing his arms.

"There are definitely things, but they are not dirty. As for why these paintings are more and more creepy the more I look at them - when you and I walked down from the elevator and saw these paintings, do they look like a revolving lantern of memories before a person dies?"

"Ah!!!" Mo Xiaokui suddenly realized, and the creepy feeling became stronger.

It really is!
Before a person dies, he or she will quickly recall the major events of his or her life in his or her mind, like a revolving lantern flashing back.

As they were talking, the two had already arrived at the door of the general manager's office. At the end of the road, there was a huge painting, which was the beginning of the whole story.

The two girls in white clothes fell from the sky with joy on their faces and landed in the orchard. It was the harvest season that was about to come. The trees were green and small fruits had already grown on the huge fruit trees. The girls, as beautiful as flowers, made the picture look very beautiful.

Just like Yu Ning and Mo Xiaokui, they came here with beautiful expectations, like a fairy tale.

But it was this beautiful painting that made the two of them think of the painting they saw when they just got out of the elevator.

The size is the same as the one in front of me, with two girls in white, the same harvest season, and the same orchard.

But the style of the painting is completely different from the one in front of you. The painting hanging at the elevator entrance shows two girls hanging on a tree, being sacrificed to the tree by being disemboweled.

The fruits on the trees were several times larger than when the painting began, and they hung heavily on the branches, almost falling.

That’s where the painting ends.

The girls were sacrificed to the evil tree, and it was indeed a harvest season for the evil tree. "Damn, what is this hinting at? Two sacrifices, and they are female. Could it be us?"

Mo Xiaokui looked at the beautiful painting in front of him, and all he could think of was the disemboweled sacrifice he saw when he got out of the elevator. He was so angry that he took out his lighter and was about to set the painting on fire.

"2700 million." Yu Ning said.

"What?"

"Look at the signature on the painting, James Wei." Yu Ning pointed at the signature on the painting, but Mo Xiaokui didn't react.

"He is an internationally renowned painter. His paintings were sold at Sotheby's this spring for $50 per square foot. The painting in front of me is 2 meters long and 3 meters high, which is 54 square feet. 54 square feet multiplied by $50 is $2700 million."

After Yu Ning finished calculating the bill, he added another sentence.

"Of course, I calculated the base price, and the actual value may be much more."

Mo Xiaokui silently put the lighter back into his pocket.

I can't afford it, it's too expensive.

"Why would a good painter paint such evil things? One of his paintings can be sold for tens of millions of US dollars, why does he have to mix with these shady people?" Mo Xiaokui muttered.

"Is it possible that he first mixed up with these shady people, and then a painting could be sold for so much money?" Yu Ning murmured as she looked at the painting. Her intuition told her that this painter was not that simple.

Maybe I can look up his information when I get back.

The premise is that she can go back.

The waiter led the two to the door and knocked, and a loud and excited voice came from inside.

"Come in!"

Yu Ning pushed the door open and walked in, the black cat in her pocket didn't even blink.

As he and Yu Ning walked along the way, he had already noticed something was wrong, so he was always on guard.

This office is very large, and there is a tree planted in the middle. When I got closer, I realized it was a fake tree, but it was made very realistically.

The tree was nearly three meters high, supporting the ceiling. A man was standing under the tree with his back to Yu Ning and the others.

Hearing the door open, the man slowly turned around.

"Meow!!!" The black cat in Yu Ning's pocket made a vigilant cry. Yu Ning reached out and touched it, and found that the hair on the kitten's back stood up.

Hei Mei's reaction was very strong. She was reminding Yu Ning to be careful of the man in front of her.

Yu Ning looked at the man, who looked to be about thirty years old, with ordinary looks and a somewhat confused look in his eyes. When he saw Yu Ning and Mo Xiaokui, his face lit up with joy and he strode forward.

"Hello, Masters. I am the manager here, Jill Gordon."

Mo Xiaokui stretched out his hand to shake his hand, but felt that the palm temperature of the man in front of him was a little low. When he reached Yu Ning, Yu Ning put her hands behind her back, so the man failed to shake hands.

Yu Ning didn't shake hands with him. Firstly, she didn't want to touch anything dirty, and secondly, she didn't want Gil Gordon to notice the cold sweat on her palms.

Yu Ning was very nervous at the moment because she saw Jill Gordon's face, a face that terrified her.

　A little tidbit: Recently, my child is watching Flowers for Algernon, and he is so into the show that he often imitates Charlie Gordon, who has lost his IQ, and says to me in a very annoying tone, "Mom, Mom, I am Charlie Gordon, hehe." Just those two heys are in stereo in my mind, so when I was writing the book, I was also thinking, "I am Gordon, I am Gordon, okay, it's easier to name it."

　　(End of this chapter)