Chapter 33 The Blind Painter

Hearing Lily's voice on his shoulder, Charles looked towards her and pointed in the direction.

A few tens of meters in front of the street is a square filled with people, and there are many roadside stalls similar to barbecue.

"Is this the pedestrian street in Dihai?" Charles walked over.

After buying a bag of stewed oysters for Lily, Charles walked into the lively square.

This place seems to be a local market, with all kinds of delicacies and various performances emerging one after another, Lily's eyes are almost blurred.

Just when Charles wandered to the edge of the square unknowingly, a hideous blind man with sunglasses appeared in front of him. The flesh and skin on his face were glued to each other, which looked like some kind of burn. This terrifying face Among the handsome men and beautiful women around him, he seemed so out of place.

There is also a sign at the foot of the blind man. It says oil painting, 100 echoes per piece.

Looking at the broken cloak on the blind man, Charles guessed that his business was not very good, but yes, who would ask a blind man to paint.

The blind man crouched coweringly next to his drawing board, indescribably pitiful in the lively environment around him.

At this moment, three young men with arms crossed walked by and kicked the drawing board. Seeing the blind man squatting on the ground picking up things, the three of them laughed wantonly.

When Charles saw that everyone around him ignored all this and didn't even bother to take a look, he frowned slightly. "The people on this island are not only strange, but also really indifferent."

The kind Lily couldn't see, so she rushed up with the mouse and arranged the drawing paper for the blind man.

Feeling that someone was helping him, the disfigured blind man burst into tears. "Why! Why am I so unlucky!!"

Charles walked over and thought for a moment and said to the blind man, "Don't cry, just draw a picture for me."

Seeing that there was business, the blind man couldn't care less about his sadness, he sniffed and stood up quickly.

"Sir, please sit here." He bumped and pulled out a folding chair from behind the drawing board.

Seeing the blind man skillfully adjusting the paint, Charles felt a little curious. How can a blind man paint when he can't even see?

Just as Charles was thinking about this question, the blind man turned the palette and touched Charles' face with both hands.

"Touch the bone to paint?" A thought just appeared in Charles's mind. The blind man has already picked up the brush and started to draw.

This aroused Charles' interest, and he wanted to know how the blind man's skills were.

A few minutes later, the blind man stopped the brush in his hand, took the work off the drawing board, and respectfully presented it to Charles.

"Bang!" The nervous Charles kicked over the folding chair, took three steps back quickly, and subconsciously touched the holster at his waist with his right hand.

It wasn't Charles on that canvas but Anna in life!

The sound of the folding chair falling to the ground immediately caught the blind painter's attention, and he touched this side with a panic on his face.

"Sir, don't I look good in my painting? Don't leave. I haven't eaten for three days. Please give me some money. Pity me."

Charles took the painting with a complicated expression, took out a few hundred-dollar echo notes and put them in his hand.

Feeling the touch in his hands, the blind man's horrible face suddenly showed ecstasy, and he bowed deeply in the direction of Charles. "Sir, thank you for your pity on me poor man, may the mistress bless you."

"You can read minds?" Charles asked while holding the drawing paper.

"No, no, it's just some useless abilities after being blind." The blind man shrank aside humbly, with a flattering expression on his face.

Charles' fingers slowly slid across Anna's face, and those imaginary memories flooded up in his mind.

"Gao Zhiming, I like you, can I be your girlfriend?"

"Gao Zhiming, stop playing games, I am much more fun than games."

"It's okay, isn't it just time travel to the ground, what's the big deal, with me accompanying you, we will definitely go out!!"

Charles' expression was slightly distorted, and his veiny hands were about to grab the edge of the drawing paper.

Lily jumped on Charles' shoulder, "Mr. Charles, who is this sister, she is so beautiful."

While one person and one mouse were talking, the blind man raised his chin and kept sniffing something with his nose.

In the end, Charles, who still didn't make up his mind to tear up the painting, slowly rolled up the painting and stuffed it into his arms, and said with a hint of melancholy, "Let's go, Lily, we're going back."

The blind man behind him was about to raise his hand to stop, but he seemed to be hesitating and said nothing in the end.

On the way back, Lily clearly felt that Mr. Charles was absent-minded, and the white mouse immediately guessed that it was related to that portrait.

"Is it the same as in the drama, that sister had an earth-shattering love affair with Mr. Charles, and then she ruthlessly abandoned Mr. Charles?"

After Charles returned to the hotel, three more envelopes were pushed and placed at the door. This time, the two sailors and the cook left.

Including the dead, the entire crew of the Unicorn is almost gone.

"What's going on, why have you resigned so much, why don't you wait until you get back to Coral Island?" Charles decided to call the crew over after writing the diary, which was a bit too unusual.

Lighting up the oil lamp, Charles took out the painting in his arms and stared at it for a while, then put her drawing paper into the sailing diary.

Taking out the pen on his chest, Charles began to write the voyage diary, but before writing a few words, another envelope was stuffed in through the crack of the door.

"Say it in front of my face!"

Then there was no movement outside the door. Charle with an ugly face walked over and opened the envelope for a look.

When he saw Dipper written on it, his expression immediately became serious. "Lily, come out with me."

Lily jumped on Charles' shoulder again, and the brown mice followed like a carpet.

"Mr. Charles, why are we going out again?"

"Something's wrong, Dipper is in danger."

"Huh?" Lily's eyes widened.

Charles waved the letter open in front of her. "It's absolutely impossible for him to write this thing. That kid is an orphan. He can't even recognize the words. How could he write a resignation letter! This thing was forged by someone else!"

Reminiscent of the previous anomaly, Charles is sure that there must be something wrong with his crew.

If the crew members don’t want to do it, most of them will leave directly. Those who have a good relationship will at most say goodbye in person like Old John. Those who can write a resignation letter are definitely in the minority.

Moreover, the beautiful cursive characters are not at all like those written by the five big and three thick sea beggars.

When he came to the street, he said to Lily on his shoulder, "Scatter all your mice and call all the people who can be found on the Narwhal."

"Okay!" Lily squeaked twice, and the brown carpet on the ground fell apart instantly.