Chapter 175: Illusion

"Mr. Charles, does this dress look good?" A smiling Margaret put a light blue dress in front of her and gestured.

Looking at Charles who said nothing, she walked towards the bedroom with a long skirt. "Since you don't speak, I'll take it as your agreement. I also think this dress matches my shoes."

Margaret, who quickly changed into a light blue dress, came out of the bedroom, and she gracefully turned around Charles,

He picked up the brand-new men's clothing on the side and changed Charles' clothes.

"Mr. Charles, you feel tired after being bored in the room every day. Let's go for a walk now. Maybe if you go for a walk, your illness will recover faster."

Just as Margaret took off Charles' coat, she heard messy footsteps outside.

"Huh? Why are there so many voices? Who did my brother bring here?"

Led by the mouse, the crew quickly shuttled through the streets and alleys, and soon a quiet two-story building appeared in front of them.

"It's inside!" Lily said, pointing at the wooden door with her paw.

Just as they were about to rush in, some figures appeared from the air with red sleeves on their hands. They held various weapons in their hands, and there was coldness in their eyes.

"Get out of here!!" The cold-eyed Dipper took out a revolver from his waist, and the others also took out their weapons.

Just when the atmosphere was getting tense, a voice sounded from behind them, "Forget it, let them in." It was Jack's voice.

Hearing his leader's order, the figures of those red sleeves quickly disappeared and let the door out.

Di Pu didn't care so much, he rushed in excitedly.

However, when the crew of the Narwhal rushed into the room, they were shocked to find that the ornately decorated interior was in a mess, and a beautiful girl was crying softly with a male coat in her arms.

"Where's the captain??! Where did Captain Charles go!" Dipper shouted angrily.

Margaret, who looked like a rabbit with two red eyes, raised her head and said with a choked voice, "Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

On the dark sea, a small fleet is sailing fast. In the fleet, there are normal steamships emitting black smoke, and there are also some strange ships with huge turtle shells as their hulls.

However, no matter what kind of ship it was, it was severely damaged at this time, as if it had just fought an often difficult naval battle.

At the forefront of the fleet is a giant ship with a length of 200 meters. This is the car of the world crown governor, but now this ship belongs to another person.

Anna, who was short of breath, rolled over and lay down on the soft bed. She was wearing only a transparent tulle after a long while, and then turned to look at the naked Charles beside her.

"The little girl just can't do it. When she finds you, she probably hugs and kisses her shyly. Is it really a teddy bear? That's not how men use it. Tell me, Gao Zhiming."

Charles looked at the electric lights on the ceiling swaying with the waves of the sea, his face remained expressionless.

Anna flicked the hair sticking to her body, and drew circles on Charles's wounded chest with her fingers.

"I inquired about you three years ago. I heard that you jumped off by yourself. I was still waiting for you to come and pick me up. This is the result? A scumbag."

"Look at what you're going to be like. If I hadn't left a hand on you, you might not even be able to find your body."

"When did you lose your left hand? Why didn't you tell me when you wrote the letter?"

Anna held Charles' head in her hands, talking softly about various things, while Charles was talking nonsense, and the two said their own things.

Half an hour later, Anna sat up again, the corners of her mouth curved with a hint of coquettishness and charm, she bent down, and kissed Charles' neck inch by inch with her scarlet lips.

Her limbs began to grow rapidly, and turned back into the tentacles with gray roots. Compared with before, the tentacles are now thicker and longer.

"The intermission is over, let's continue."

The tentacles with gray roots squirmed, slowly winding around Charles' head, more and more tentacles, and finally wrapped Charles' head into a ball of tentacles.

Charles lay on the beach while basking in the sun while painting.

The sun is warm on the body, very comfortable,

Charles stopped the paintbrush in his hand and looked up at the sun. "It's a little hot, it would be nice if the temperature was a little lower."

The sun in the sky quickly moved back, and it was just rising in the morning. At this time, the temperature was just right and very suitable.

"Well, that's all right." Charles nodded and continued to paint. As the brush was dabbing on the canvas, an abstract man curled up on the ground, screaming in despair and hysteria appeared on the canvas.

"Perfect." Satisfied, Charles picked up the picture frame standing in the sand and framed it.

The "Shushasha" brush continued to smear on the canvas, and the second painting was quickly drawn by him.

The background color of this painting is pitch black. With the outline of the paintbrush, several faint tentacles appear and disappear in the darkness, and a deformed and bloated monster is grasped by the tentacles. A trace of humanity.

After framing the second painting, Charles moved on to the third. The background color of this painting is scarlet, and as Charles adds details, the paper is covered with cracked eyeballs, broken bones, and torn tentacles.

When the third painting was finished, Charles stood up, and he hung the three paintings on the clean white wall next to him.

After carefully looking at his new works for a while, Charles turned to look at the other paintings on the surrounding walls, which were all his works.

Although the genres are different, most of the themes are despair, depression and madness.

Suddenly Charles stopped in front of a painting. It was a solitary tentacle with gray roots. He remembered that he hadn't drawn this thing.

Soon his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden voice next to him.

"Dude, why are you drawing these? Wouldn't it be good to draw something that men like to see? Like that and what." Richard asked with his elbow on Charles' shoulder.

"What do you know, these are called art, if you want to draw those things, you can draw them yourself." Charles knocked his hand off.

"Tch, I'm too lazy to draw. I finally came back. I'm going to attend the feast at sea, sir." Richard walked towards the door of the studio next to him.

Facing his back with a middle finger, Charles sat on the gaming chair next to him, picked up the VR goggles next to him and put it on.

The surrounding scenery changed rapidly. On the barren plain, a group of people in the distance were hunting wild monsters while talking and laughing.

That was his crew, they were playing a game, and Charles picked up the staff in his hand and walked towards them. "Sorry, I've been waiting for a long time, let's go to the copy."

The tens of meters high dragon was quickly wiped out by Charles and the others, and equipment of various colors burst out on the ground. Charles happily shared the harvest with everyone.

Just as he was holding an ax in his hand and putting a silver helmet on his head, he suddenly saw something on the wall of the dragon's lair.

He walked over to have a look, and found that it was a tentacle, and it seemed to be still wriggling.

Charles frowned, "What's the matter, is there a bug in this game?"