Chapter 158 (1) - The Mysterious Art Museum

Chapter 158 (1) - The Mysterious Art Museum

“Cough! Cough!”

Blood splatters from Van Gogh’s mouth. The blood spreading from his clutched side stains his brown shirt dark.

Startled, René trembles and rushes to Van Gogh, trying to stop the bleeding from his side.Rêạd new chapters at novelhall.com

“Mister!”

René screams, not in his right mind.

“No! No, Mister! I'm sorry, I forgot it was loaded, hurry! Let's go to the hospital quickly, Mister!”

Van Gogh swallows blood and looks at the boy. He silently watches the child and then pushes René away.

“Go.”

“Mister!”

“Hide the gun on your way.”

“What?”

“You're just a teenager. If it gets out that you caused a gun accident, you'll go to jail.”

“.......”

The child just gulps down saliva. To a boy of this age, jail is a terrifying place, so such a reaction is understandable.

But soon, René starts shaking his head and crying.

“No! No, Mister! I'm fine! I did wrong, so I should be punished. Let's go to the hospital with me!”

Van Gogh silently pushes the clinging boy away, then shakily gathers his painting supplies and hands them to the boy.

“This.”

“Why this!”

“It's yours now.”

“Mister!”

“Take the paint... and the brushes... all of it.”

“Please, Mister!”

Finally, Van Gogh falls to the ground, gasping for breath.

Every breath he takes causes blood to surge from his side.

Van Gogh’s eyes gaze at the blue autumn sky.

His murmurs are heard.

“For some reason, when I look at the stars, I dream.”

The sky is too bright for stars, but Van Gogh murmurs as if he sees a shower of stars.

He slowly closes his eyes.

“Winter waits for spring, and spring walks towards winter. Life becomes stronger when its end is remembered.”

Is he thinking of ending it like this?

Van Gogh doesn't move for a long time.

How many hours have passed? I keep watching the motionless Van Gogh. Just then, I thought Van Gogh had lost consciousness, but his lips part and a name is heard.

"Theo."

It's his brother's name.

After saying his brother's name, Van Gogh uses all his strength to sit up.

"Brother... I must repay him... I can't go on like this. I owe Theo too much."

Van Gogh begins to crawl.

A trail of blood forms in the golden wheat field. And as he crawls to the roadside where people pass, he mutters continuously.

"Theo... Theo..."

Van Gogh's figure, crawling through the wheat field, murmuring his brother's name to the end.

I watched him, tears streaming down my face.

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