Soul Painter

After quietly flipping through the photos on the phone again, he confirmed that the person in front of him was indeed the painter Gao Fan.

Not after some mad scientist.

Emma showed great interest in what the painter was doing.

"I'm trying to bring out a color that is unique to me." The painter introduced his work.

"Is it like 'Klein Blue'?" Emma asked.

"You're right~" The painter became visibly excited, "Miss Emma, ​​do you want to see the color I created? You will be the first human being to see this color."

"Of course I want to~" Emma looked at the handsome side face of the painter in front of her, and couldn't help feeling high. This was the interview she expected. Looking for a color that belongs to him alone, and she is the first person to see it, how romantic it is~

"Miss Emma, ​​please follow me~" the painter invited Emma politely.

They left this 'laboratory'.

Walk along the Gothic-style corridors in the castle all the way to the depths.

A strange sense of dread came to Emma's mind again.

In such a big castle, it seems that there are only two people, the painter and his senior apprentice. This is a bit too much like a classic scene of some horror movies.

And she herself is the innocent lamb who broke into the devil's lair. .

The thought amused herself.

"It's here." Standing in front of a door, the painter turned to Emma and asked, "Are you ready?"

Hmm~ Emma nodded.

The painter pushed open the door.

Emma saw a piece of pure white.

This piece of pure white is different from any 'white' Emma has ever seen.

It is white but does not reflect light.

Between gray and white, it seems to give people an inexplicable sense of tranquility.

She walked into it slowly, looking around.

"They're quiet..." Emma murmured, "What's their name?"

"Sakura snow is the color of the soul. I obtained them by accident during a creation in Dongying." The painter's voice was full of pride.

"The color of the soul... really seems to be so pure that you can see your own soul." Emma thinks it is worthy of the name, "Since you have found 'Sakura Snow', I think you are still doing 'experiments'? Do you think this Isn't this color perfect enough?"

"No, they are already perfect, so I am looking for a second color, which should be a blue, I don't know what it should be called at the moment, but I hope you can help me find it," said the painter.

"What can I do?" Emma didn't understand.

"I want to paint a painting, and I found this blue color in my creation, so I need a volunteer model." Said the painter.

"Is it like the "Bostonians" you just finished?" Emma's eyes lit up, "Will you leave a work of urban spirit for Paris?"

Heh~ The painter nodded: "That's right."

"Then what kind of model do you need?" Emma asked.

"I need you," said the painter.

"Need... me?" Emma hesitated and took a step back.

"Yes, I need you, but it doesn't matter, as long as you enter this room, you have become my model." The painter stepped forward, showing a slightly crazy smile, "Do you still remember how you died?"

Emma was taken aback by this sentence.

She took a step back abruptly, wanting to ask what the artist meant, but at the next moment, a large number of memories flooded into her brain like a flood that burst a bank, it was the headlights of cars speeding on a dark street, the impact, the pain , loss of consciousness, the last dying in a snow-white scene, the screaming and shouting of parents...

"I... died?" Emma looked at her hands, and then stared at the snow-white room, her thoughts fell into extreme confusion, "Then what's going on?! Where is this! Who are you?!"

"You are in the painting..." Before the painter could finish his words, the whole world had already started to burn, including this white house, the old castle outside, the colorful gothic glass, and everything else. Submerged in the burning fire of Xiongxiong...

...

Looking at the white slender figure in the painting in front of him.

Rapidly dilutes in expanses of blue.

Like a drop of ink falling into the water, it quickly lost its color and shape, and finally was dissolved into nothingness, Gao Fan frowned.

"We failed." Anna said with a paintbrush beside her. "This soul is not... well, not stable enough."

yes. Gao Fan looked at the paints in the palette.

The blue is 'Paris Blue' ground from the teeth of eternity.

The white color is the 'cherry white' formed by soul barnacles.

Of these two colors, one can paint the human soul, and the other can paint a living city.

With the combination of the two, Gao Fan believes that he can create paintings that do not need to use the souls of living people as a pillar of consumption.

But the process was unexpectedly difficult.

According to Gao Fan's understanding of 'Paris Blue', he needs 'coordinates' to use this color to describe an environment. This 'coordinate' used to be Wang Ximeng, Liu Xiu, and the spider on the moon bead. Female, when the Eternal Demon is complete in its mystery, it constructs time and space puzzles one after another in this way.

In Gao Fan's creative vision, if he wants to freeze a city in a time and space, there must be such a coordinate, the human soul + the memory of the city, forming a stable soul state. In this state, the soul will not Being polluted is a 'pillar' in the most basic sense.

But the unstable state of the soul is something Gao Fan has never encountered before.

For example, this reporter named Emma, ​​she couldn't understand that she was dead. Once Gao Fan painted the color of "sakura white" representing her soul in the city composition composed of "Paris blue", this color would melt quickly Gao Fan has never seen such a strange phenomenon.

"Maybe we need a more stable soul." Anna said again, "like some old Parisian souls...Gao, can we go to the cemetery to dig a grave?"

"Not to mention whether pollution is allowed or not, just thinking about it will make you feel a little evil..." Gao Fan frowned even tighter, "It is still necessary to complete the acquisition of relics under the legal framework, and the approval of relatives is also the soul follow One of the conditions of our cooperation."

This is equivalent to a kind of soul contract.

For example, Emma's mother sold her ashes and life to the painter because of poverty, which means that the painter bought her soul, so that the painter can paint her soul into the painting. If this prerequisite is lost...

Wouldn't that be a demon sacrifice?

"So, on the one hand, it is necessary to improve the quality of the soul in terms of 'quality', and to find more tenacious dead, and on the other hand, it is necessary to continue to grow bigger and stronger in terms of 'quantity'..." Gao Fan said, and then shouted loudly: "Brother ! How many relics did you receive today?"