Soul Painter

three days later.

The work unfolded in front of the eyes of the two painters.

It has already seen its embryonic form.

This is a picture of war, but the scene taken is not the European battlefield at the moment, but a small oriental water town between mountains and fields. The protagonist in the painting is a young officer riding a white horse, and behind him, There are vaguely hundreds of horses lined up one by one.

This is the time and space beacon set by Gao Fan Zeng Eternal Demon as a clue. When he traveled through a hundred years and fought with the servants of the One Who Returns All Things together with Lin Senhao, he has seen Lin Senhao’s most energetic and dignified moment. Gao Fan is willing to freeze the portrait of his life at this moment.

The classical painting method used in the whole scene perfectly restored the scenes and characters that Gao Fan saw at that time. Gao Fan shared this scene with Anna through the "world" technique. The two worked together to complete this 1.2-meter painting in one day Take the base of the 1-meter work, and then start to paint the four colors one by one.

The first is 'Paris Blue' and 'Sakura White'.

On the second day, the two most 'rich' colors were painted on.

Followed by 'Infinite Red' and 'Bright Black'.

At this time, it is necessary to do it carefully, because the quantity of the two colors is quite rare.

"Light and black should be concentrated and can only be placed on one person, but infinite red should be spread evenly to ensure that every part of the painting can be seen and remembered clearly, so it is still the old rule, I will draw the characters, you Let's paint the background."

Gao Fan told Anna.

Anna nodded.

"Redemption" was made by Gao Fan himself. He is very clear about the way of using the pigment "bright and black", while "Bostonian" is the joint work of the two painters. Anna is very familiar with "Infinite Red", so the exchange Totally fine for Anna.

Work is assigned.

Gao Fan and Anna started to paint separately.

This work is not big, and the two colors of 'Infinite Red' and 'Bright Black' are barely enough. It can be seen that the 9-meter giant painting that Gao Fan planned to create for the first time is a bit unreliable, because from the old The two demon colors that were scraped off from the painting and then painted on the new painting were simply not enough for such a huge painting.

But now, although four kinds of demonic pigments are used as the main force, it is not only four colors, but the demonic pigments are infiltrated into other colors, so what Gao Fan is facing at this moment is already a lifelike "White Horse Young Master" Handsome Lin Senhao' too.

As the main character in the painting, the portrait of Lin Senhao was completed first, while the surrounding cavalrymen only saw their prototypes and outlines, and there were still some scattered lines in the distance. With a stroke of a pen, it was a person, very scribbled, But after that, those will be completed one by one by Anna.

Except for Lin Senhao, none of the other characters in this painting have a soul, but they still use "Yingbai". Although Anna feels it is a waste, she doesn't complain as usual. It must be that Gao Fan has his own rules.

In the center, Gao Fan used Titian's method of color rendering, and painted a ball of black light and black in his hand on Lin Senhao's face and body in the painting, adding a layer of halo that seems to be absent.

Light and black is a kind of magical pigment. It is clearly ink, but it is as light as smoke when applied in the painting. Regardless of its magical properties, it is also a very easy-to-use pigment. While painting, he suddenly felt something was wrong...

Something is wrong.

Gao Fan felt his eyes darken.

He swayed and almost bumped his head against the canvas in front of him, but he was too busy holding on to the easel. Now the painting is full of precious devil dyes. It doesn’t matter if he gets stuck on it, and his head is broken and bloody, it will ruin the painting. But it was a big sin.

What's wrong with me?

Gao Fan forcibly pulled his mind away from the painting work, thought carefully for a few seconds, and then the thunder in his stomach reminded him that he seemed to be...hungry?

Why is no one feeding me...?

This doubt came to mind, but when the painter turned his head and looked around, he saw the black cat squatting on the side and taking a nap.

"God, help me find something to eat..." Gao Fan said.

In a trance, he returned to the scene of being fed by a black cat in Daku Temple.

With a meow, God jumped out of the room nimbly, and quickly dragged back a bag of bread and a few bags of milk to Gao Fan. Gao Fan tore open the package, gave half of it to Anna, and tore a few slices of bread Stuffed it into his mouth, and gulped down his belly with milk, suppressing the hunger in his stomach, and then entered the working state again.

Anna did the same thing, eat a little and drink a little, as long as you don't starve to death, painting is the most important thing. At this moment, neither of them realized that Mr. Manager, who has been feeding them, has not appeared in their sight for nearly two days.

...

Living room on the first floor.

The sun and the moon rotate.

Four days passed.

Lawrence sat on the sofa all the time, with the shotgun across his knees, holding the gun with one hand, and the other hand on the black box beside him. His eyes were firm and empty, as if he could see through the world in front of him. the truth of the world.

Outside the painter's villa, among those silent Bostonians, some of them approached the villa hesitantly, wanting to push open the door, but an invisible barrier with a strong will stood before they stepped up the steps and wanted to open the door. When they want to make this action, they will disintegrate their will and let them go back again.

Someone tried to push the door open repeatedly. As long as someone pushed the door open, their condensed anger would erupt endlessly, burning everything in the villa to ashes, but no one was able to do it.

A man's will against a city.

The stalemate continues and the clock ticks.

...

On the fifth day.

Among the citizens who had been standing at the gate of the painter's villa for several days, someone suddenly became sober.

They looked around in confusion, not understanding why they were here.

Moreover, there are still so many people standing here. Several streets by the Charles River are surrounded by Boston citizens. Tens of thousands of citizens are crowded together, but they are silent, just standing here strangely and silently. , But after waking up, this tacit understanding no longer exists.

"Why am I here?" someone asked.

"We seem to be looking for a painting... Yes, we are looking for "Bostonians." Someone replied.

"Then why are we all standing here?" someone asked again.

This question cannot be answered.

So they whispered to each other, but they couldn't think of a reason. They just remembered that "Bostonians" was lost... well, since the painting as a symbol of the city was lost, then they went to find the painting. Why did they gather here and wear it? Like going to a funeral?

Moreover, if a painting is lost, it is lost. As for such a big search and search?

Thinking about what I have done in the past five days, every Boston citizen feels incredible. Is this a collective delusion?

An unconscious collective mysterious incident caused by the destruction of the ritual has come to an end, and Mr. Broker, who single-handedly fought against the entire city, no one remembers his feat.