A Core Ship From The Start Chapter 655

Chapter 655: Chapter 486 Serious People Don't Write Diaries!_1 Chapter 655: Chapter 486 Serious People Don't Write Diaries!_1 After leaving the kitchen, Duanmu Huai and the others came to the library located on the right side of the second floor. The place was deserted and appeared tranquil. Save for the scattered papers on the table, there seemed to be nothing particularly unusual.

“Alright, let's proceed with our investigation here.”

“Eh? Are we supposed to look through all the books here?”

Hearing Duanmu Huai's orders, Lorena looked perplexed, to which Duanmu Huai simply rolled his eyes.

“There's certainly no need to go through so much trouble… we just need to look for anything recorded, like diaries or handwritten notes. Of course, you can also see what kind of books have been kept here to gauge the mental state of the owner. Ah, if you come across any locked cabinets or drawers, call me.”

Not fully understanding Duanmu Huai's intent, Lorena obediently nodded and began to rummage around. Meanwhile, Duanmu Huai went to the desk and pulled open a drawer. After rummaging through it for a while, he found a diary… unsurprisingly.

This suggested that the owner of the house was likely gone.

Those who keep diaries in this world either have serious personal issues and plan on writing a will, want to vent some guilt, or plan to detail some sinister schemes in their diary. After all, who among ordinary people keeps a diary!

As expected, Duanmu Huai found some clues and records within the diary.

The diary started off recording mundane, everyday activities. It was evident that their distant relative had a particular fondness for art pieces, especially paintings. He searched everywhere, hoping to find the next Picasso. Thus, he spent considerable effort and resources purchasing a collection of oil paintings.

Up to this point, nothing appeared abnormal.

However, as Duanmu Huai read further, the contents took a rather peculiar turn.

During one art exhibition, this distant relative inadvertently overheard a group of artists discussing a man named “Cliff Pitt”. He was also a painter but apparently, nobody appreciated his work. According to the artists, the paintings by this man named “Cliff Pitt” were both morbid and terrifying, exuding an indescribable ugliness and discomfort from a simple glance.

Any other person would likely have dismissed such rumors, but this distant relative was different. His keen senses detected that this man named Cliff Pitt was potentially a painter of exceptional talent. But these artists couldn't accept his work because they were too conventional, which suggested that this man named Cliff might well be a master forging his own unique style!

If he could collaborate with him, he might truly unearth the second Picasso!

Hmm… Picasso would probably turn over in his grave upon hearing this.

Anyway, following that, the distant relative became interested in this man named Cliff. He managed to find out where Cliff lived, paid him a visit, introduced himself, and expressed his desire to see Cliff's paintings. If possible, he was even willing to organize an exhibition for Cliff.

Upon the distant relative's arrival, Cliff welcomed him with open arms, and the relative finally got to witness the “uncomfortable, cursed, disgusting, and ugly” paintings that Cliff had created.

His impressions were wholly disclosed within the diary.

“I never anticipated encountering such absurd and terrifying pieces of art. Although I've consistently believed that painting is the manifestation of the painter's thoughts and visions, the conceptions within this man named Cliff's mind seem to belong to a demon from the pits of Hell. His style is unapologetically outrageous and yet surprisingly realistic. The creatures in his paintings, while seemingly only possible in delusions, feel as though they exist in the real world. Simply by looking at his paintings, I can smell the stench emitted by the monsters and hear the sound of their sharp nails scratching on stone slabs… ”
The distant relative was profoundly shaken by Cliff's art, truly experiencing the “ugliness and repugnance” mentioned by the artists. Had he run away in fear, perhaps that would have been the end of it.

Regrettably, this distant relative was obstinate. Although he found the paintings grotesque and nauseating, he realized that the year was 2000, not 1900. In an era dominated by non-mainstream music like death metal and heavy metal, this kind of bizarre art, in the relative's view, had significant appeal and hype potential.

This was akin to the boss of a record company. While they might not personally appreciate death metal's cacophony, they understood its ability to attract audiences and generate revenue–that was enough.

So, suppressing his discomfort, the relative began to lavish praise on Cliff's paintings, expressing his willingness to organize a solo exhibition for him to gain fame and recognition.

Cliff was entirely exhilarated and delighted. He mentioned that he was indeed working on a series of themed paintings, and the distant relative agreed to organize an exhibition for him once this series was complete.

Chapter end

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