The Erotic Artist part1

As time progressed, the doctor's life got back on track, as did his reputation at the hospital as one of the most reputable physicians. The doctor finishes his work, returns to his home, and smells something familiar, so he investigates what it might be.

As he walks through the park, the smell grows stronger with every step, and then he discovers the scent leads him to his home. He stepped inside; as he entered his room, the smell vanished as he searched for the source of a familiar scent.

Taking notice of a black and white picture on a picture frame under his bed, he picks it up as if it were a lost toy. Turning it over, he sees an image of him with another girl beside him in a specific park. Who is this woman? As he thinks of an idea, who was the woman in the picture.

Connor's doorbell suddenly rang; he dropped the picture frame on his bed and went out to see who was ringing the doorbell. When doctor Connor is now at the front door of his apartment, he grabs the doorknob and opens it.

When he opened the door, he was greeted by a familiar woman; he asked who you were, and the beautiful long hair lady in front of his apartment said, "You can call me Mei.

"…."

As I lay back in my chair and contemplated the last page of the manuscript, I felt satisfied with how it ended. I looked around to see if anything could give me some helpful information. As I lay there, a light bulb clicked in my head. I sat straight up and grabbed it.

With the paintbrush and pallet in my left hand, I closed my eyes and tried to visualize the scene, an image that fit the situation. My hands began to move on their own as I guided them with my open eyes across the canvas. Blue, red, and white sparkling stars surround it.

While I was brushing and painting, the collection caught my eye as I let go of my brushes and palette.

"I hope this could bring joy to those who can see this," I commented on my finished painting.

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The clock counties to tic, and as the time goes on, the more Francis conflicted on the case, its November the 20th, and it's been a month since then, and the leads which Francis is receiving him nowhere.

He then looks back at the bullet board filled with sketches of potential suspects and victims murdered by this suspect.

Francis looks at the particular victim, and as he sees the name, he remembers that the victim has a younger sibling who is also studying at the university Angelo is at. Francis has decided to visit the school.

"Hugh…" as I sat down at the cafeteria table with Hugo, Hugo opened a letter that mentioned my artwork at the end of the message, and it reads,

"This message may upset you, but unfortunately, the painting which you had submitted didn't make it into the final evaluation, Hehe… so they ended not choosing you," Hugo said as he read out the letter from my hand.

I am slouching down in my chair because I worked so hard for a week to only make it.

"Let me guess, you didn't follow the contest's main theme, didn't you."

"Urk…"

I deserve that for not reading the rules; if only I had read It, I could have known; damn, I mumbled in defeat for not being able to win the contest and receive that 10,000 prize money. Sighs as we both eat our lunches for this,

"Hey, Angelo, didn't you know this new novel has become a hit today?"

"Hmmm… What novel?"

"If I remember correctly, the title is Love equals Death."

"W-What now?"

What Hugo last said surprised me as if I see someone feel slip to the floor. Hugo then began to tell this so-called novel that became a hit among the younger adults. Section.

"Lena finally had done it…."

"Who is Lena now?"

"It's nothing… how's the exam?"

I changed the subject and asked Hugo who was eating his meal; his plate consisted of mashed potatoes and some cooked pork. And some veggies along with it. Hugo took a bite of a meal with his right hand that had the fork,

"Not that hard, still able to pass it.'

"Yeah, you're right about that…."

Hugo and I shared the same class in the morning; it was math 101. It's the first subject that would make our eyes open and expansive. If you were to be in this core, your eyes would be wide open and awake from your sleepiness, thanks to our lecturer.

As we finish our meal, the cafeteria is slowly becoming quieter as we male students return to our perspective classes.

The next day, as we walked out of our dorm, we began our journey to our campus. Hugo and I walked down the path hill that would lead us to our destination. as we passed the gate, we noticed that the campus had become messy.

Many small papers were lying on the ground and stuck on the wall.

"what's going on here?"

Hugo asked as he Approached one of the pieces of paper scattered around on the floor; when he picked it up, the article was the size of a photograph, 4x6. And turn around to see. The paper shows an erotic depiction of a student. It's like an art piece with realistic depiction and colors; however, as I look closely, there are no sign signatures in the corners. As Hugo sees this, he recognizes it.

Then suddenly, we heard someone walk behind us, "Hey you two, how's going… wow, what's going on here?" A voice speaks up from our behind that we recognized.

We turn around to see Fiona entering the school, unaware of what's going on. as we see her enter, we are frozen at the moment when we know this person (of All the people in the world, why her? this is terrible timing).

Fiona began walking towards us as she noticed Hugo's right hand. She then took what's Hugo holding. And she sees the paper that has an erotic depiction of herself changing clothes, her face went from normal to the disgusted look on her face, she then raised her left hand after that well it left someone a red hand marking on their face.

"She hated me now…."

"It seems about right."

In the cafeteria, we discussed what had happened to today's event.

The notice board announced that there were pieces of realistic art depicting females in erotic poses. I noticed that the scattered pictures around campus were later removed and thoroughly cleaned by students.

"It's impossible that someone was that artistic enough to draw like that, let alone draw every female student in this university."

"…."

"The artwork doesn't seem to have been signed by someone. I guess it's probably a way to not reveal their identity…."

"…."

Hugo has been silent for a while now; it seems that the slap from Fiona affected him to stay like this; I have no other option but to ask someone expert from this kind of stuff.

"Alright, that's it, time to go to the clock tower; Hugo, you come with me."

"No, it will be awkward."

"Oh, shut it; it's not like she will hate you forever as long as you apologize."

"B-But!"

Alicia sat on a comfortable armchair with her brewed cup of tea in her left hand. Once we reached the clock tower, we began to knock three times on the door. As our eyes adjusted, we found ourselves in a room with a life-size doll standing 4'7. I sat next to Alicia, who was holding her cup of tea.

"What brings you two here?"

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Once the students left the institute at noon, some returned to their dormitories while others left the gate.

One of them arrived on the school grounds and saw the abandoned clock tower; Francis was awestruck as he saw the building standing tall, around four hundred feet, as he thought.

While walking around the campus, the counties noticed an odd-looking man leaning against a wall. The man was wearing a coat and top hat, and he stared at the clock tower for a while before Francis noticed him and approached him.

"Are you a parent ?"

"Well, you could say that I just came here to visit an old friend."

"Is that so? What kind of person is the person you talking about,"

"Jane Kelly is a sweet girl, her hair is pale like her skin, and all of her clothing matches her." The man whispered under his breath when he mentioned a name.

"I guess it's getting late. I'll have to go now; may you excuse me."

The man looks back at the sunset sky and bows at Francis before leaving out of sight.

The leaves man, Francis, paused for a moment and thought back to the name Jane Kelly. The name was familiar to Francis, and it clicked. (He is terrible at deceiving people because of that).

"Mary Jane Kelly was already dead when she's discovered."