Great, It's the Pervy Neighbor. We're Doomed

Chapter 640: The Art Museum of Alice Apartment

Lin Feng asked, "Have you offended anyone recently?"Wang Baobao replied, "No, you know me—I'm always playing it safe, how could I possibly offend anyone?"

There was a brief moment of silence on the other end of the line.

Lin Feng continued, "Since you don't have any recent enemies, then it's not targeting you. It's targeting Gu Lan."

Wang Baobao said, "I think so too. After all, she's a celebrity."

Lin Feng analyzed, "It probably wasn't paparazzi. If it were paparazzi, they usually blackmail the celebrity or their agency for money after catching a scandal."

"Has Gu Lan encountered anything like that before?"

Wang Baobao answered, "No."

Wang Baobao recalled that after the incident happened, Gu Lan had sent him messages.

She furiously accused him of being shameless.

Why did he film that kind of video and spread it?

And even if he did film it, why couldn't he just keep it for his own amusement?!

After all, the incident happened at Wang Baobao's house, so it was no wonder Gu Lan thought that way.

Wang Baobao explained to her that if he really had secretly filmed it, he wouldn't have used those camera angles—directly from the front and the side, placing cameras everywhere.

Moreover, if he really had filmed it and spread it, why wouldn't he have blurred his own face?

Wouldn't that just be inviting trouble?

Wang Baobao explained at great length, and only after Gu Lan on the other end regained her composure was the misunderstanding cleared up.

Lin Feng continued asking, "If it wasn't paparazzi, then it was very likely Gu Lan's competitor or enemy who filmed the video and spread it."

"By the way, do you need help? As long as we find the person who secretly filmed it, we'll know the truth."

Lin Feng's words implied that he intended to help his good friend with this matter.

Wang Baobao said, "No need, my dad has already sent people. I believe they'll catch the person soon."

Lin Feng said, "Bro, I think my luck is bad—I was dragged into Alice Apartment by my own girlfriend."

"Your luck isn't great either!"

"Even though it wasn't your girlfriend, it was still because of a woman!"

Wang Baobao was on the verge of tears, "I just managed to escape Yang Kang's death threat, and now this happens!"

"Ah! Bro, I don't want to live anymore! I've been completely exposed!"

"I don't even dare to go out on the street now, you know?! I'm terrified someone will recognize me!"

"And now I'm even more afraid to see my parents, siblings, friends, classmates, and everyone else!!!"

Lin Feng comforted him, "Don't think nonsense. At least Gu Lan is worse off than you..."

"Doesn't that comparison make you feel a little better?"

Wang Baobao was still on the verge of tears, just hoping to catch the secret filmer as soon as possible so he could give them a good beating.

He really couldn't understand what the secret filmer was thinking.

Did they want money?

Just come to him directly, and he'd give it!

Did they want Gu Lan's reputation to be ruined?

Then why didn't they blur his face?!

Wouldn't it have been enough to only show Gu Lan's face?

This time, the shame had truly been brought all the way back to the ancestors' home.

...

The next day. Early morning.

Jiang Ran woke up from his warm bed and immediately reached for his phone to check the news about Gu Lan.

Today, the scandal of Gu Lan's indecent video had not died down; instead, it had intensified.

Many brands that had collaborated with Gu Lan officially announced their unilateral termination of contracts with her.

They were also demanding compensation from Gu Lan, and there were various other messy lawsuits waiting for her due to this Reputation Collapse from the indecent video.

So-called "disaster falling from the sky" was exactly like this.

Jiang Ran smacked his lips, got up, and went to wash up.

After washing up, he ate a packet of instant noodles with an egg and a ham sausage.

He went to the balcony, saw the nice weather outside with a warm sun, went downstairs, and took a walk within Alice Apartment, basking in the sun.

During his walk, Jiang Ran saw three times that cars stopped at the main entrance of the apartment.

Men and women carrying suitcases and other luggage entered Alice Apartment.

They seemed to be new residents.

"This Alice Apartment is really getting better and better."

Jiang Ran walked in other directions within the apartment.

He arrived at an already completed art gallery.

Of course, it was the smaller-scale kind of art gallery.

Although the scale was small, the overall shape of the art gallery was very unique.

The overall structure was like a waterfall.

From a high point, there was a building shaped like a waterfall.

Jiang Ran thought the architectural style and shape were quite good, comparable to that orange-peel-like Sydney Opera House in his opinion.

He checked the time on his phone; it was a little past eight in the morning.

The door of the art gallery didn't seem to be locked; Jiang Ran pushed it and it opened.

After opening it.

The art gallery seemed completely empty, with not a single person inside, utterly quiet.

Jiang Ran walked in.

After entering, he found that the interior of the art gallery was arranged in the normal exhibition style.

On the white walls inside, many exquisite paintings were hung, with descriptions under each painting.

Jiang Ran began to look at them.

The paintings in this art gallery weren't all of the same type.

There were traditional Chinese ink wash paintings, landscape paintings.

There were also Western-style oil paintings.

There were even sketch works and watercolor paintings.

Of course, these different types of paintings had different subjects and styles.

Subjects: people, objects, scenery, history, etc.

Styles included abstract, surreal, realistic, etc.

Looking at these paintings, Jiang Ran couldn't help but think of one person—Vincent van Gogh.

During his lifetime, he was extremely poor and only sold one painting.

Yet after his death, a single one of his paintings could fetch astronomical prices.

It was utterly ironic.

Jiang Ran walked up to another Western oil painting.

This oil painting depicted a young girl bathing.

The girl was completely naked, with all the necessary features.

Jiang Ran smiled as he looked at it.

This was the difference between East and West.

In Eastern painting, such unclothed figures wouldn't appear, because those without clothes were all erotic paintings.

They were considered unfit for refined appreciation.

Jiang Ran continued looking at the paintings and finally stopped before a dark-themed oil painting.

The content of this oil painting was simple: a pale-faced Western vampire was sucking blood from the neck of a beautiful young girl.

Calling it a dark style was mainly because the entire painting's style was terrifying, with black, red, and white as the dominant colors.

The vampire was painted in an absolutely realistic style, and it was precisely because of this realism that it gave the viewer a sense of authenticity.

It was as if the painter of this work had seen a real vampire.

The vampire seemed to be holding a young girl on a bed in a room.

The girl's body was painted entirely snow-white, with a curvaceous figure.

But looking at her face, it wasn't the imagined pretty, beautiful face.

Instead, it was the face of an ugly woman.

So ugly it was hard to look directly at.

If you removed this face, the girl would undoubtedly be called a beauty.

On the girl's snow-white neck, the vampire's two sharp fangs were sucking blood, with a trail of red blood flowing down the snow-white neck, upper body, and onto her thigh.

The girl's eyes were open, unclear whether she was dead or alive, staring straight at Jiang Ran outside the painting.