Soul Painter

　　 Since Ms. J·K wanted beauty, Gao Fan gave her beauty.

　　 The most beautiful thing in the world is nothing but an elk cat.

　　 The next half a month.

　　 Gao Fan studied and copied at the British Museum during the day, and returned to the hotel at night to make his own artistic creations.

　　 Once the inspiration explosion, Gao Fan can light up the ‘distortion’ skill.

　　 Although this skill only has 1 skill point, it still opens up a new perspective for Gao Fan.

He quickly locked in Leonardo’s "The Madonna of the Rocks" as the copy object. This is one of the two paintings of Leonardo on the same theme, which fully demonstrates the obscure, mysterious and difficultly suggestive painting style of Leonardo. The image of the child and the angel contrasted with the infinitely rising mist in the mountains, like a remote dream, full of the gentle, peaceful and rhythmic sense of poetry.

　　 is followed by Caravaggio’s "Emo’s Dinner", Rubens’s "Samson and Delilah", Velázquez’s "Venus in front of the Mirror"...

　　 Gao Fan is almost crazy to derive the nourishment he needs from the art works of these masters.

Studying, copying, creating, and two hours a day to practice "Thousand-character Cursive Writing" and Gongbi painting. The high learning rhythm made Xiang Hua amazed, because he didn't understand how a person can spend nearly half a month. Here, eating so little, sleeping so little, yet possessing such a vigorous vitality.

　　 Xianghua just thinks Gao Fan is getting thinner and thinner, but his eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

　　 He felt that in the eyes of Gao Fan staring at the world, there is more and more a kind of...crazy, or is it, sacred?

　　 Gao Fan has no time to pay attention to the eyes of others, because he has discovered a way to maintain the explosive state of inspiration for a long time.

　　 is similar to meditation.

　　 I don't know why, since arriving in London, Gao Fan's inspiration seems to have been promoted.

　　 It is easier for him to reach the other side of the world.

　　 The occult at 10 o’clock can’t resist the murmur of a great being.

　　 It was a nicking sound like jointing growth.

　　 It is like sleeping in a bamboo house in the south, in the early morning, under the gloomy sky, listening to the sound of life in the large bamboo forest outside the house.

　　 It's just this pulsating sound, and the perspective imagination that it brings is a weird sense of alienation.

　　 In this murmur, Gao Fan always feels like he is rebirth standing in a muddy amniotic fluid.

　　 Gao Fan can enter a state like ‘meditation’ as long as he listens to this whisper. At this time, as long as he thinks of the moose, he can make the explosion of inspiration exist in him at all times.

　　 Inspiration explodes 24 hours a day. How can Gao Fan be willing to waste time eating and sleeping?

　　 And the price.

　　The price is just to lose 1 point of SAN value every day.

　　According to the truth, even with the bonus of God and 10 occultism, the price Gao Fan paid is too small.

　　 Gao Fan attributed it to London, which is a special environment suitable for mystery. After all, it is a city without materialistic historical view. Mystery is so mysterious. If you think about Gao Fan, you just need to enjoy the taste of inspiration.

　　 With the bonus of the explosion of inspiration, plus the improvement over this period of time.

　　 Gao Fan still failed to increase the ‘distortion’ skill value to 2.

　　 If all the spare SAN value is invested in one wave, it can rise to 2.

　　 But now there is only a SAN value of less than 20 points, which is the last guarantee for Gao Fan to maintain his normal state of mind. After all, he consumes the SAN value every day, so Gao Fan resisted the temptation.

　　 the 15th day.

　　 In the hotel, Gao Fan studied his work.

　　 This is a sketch.

　　 is just a subscript.

　　 size is 60X40 cm.

The dense but sparse and meticulous lines are used to outline the image of an elk cat with horns on its head. These lines seem complicated, but they show an extremely simple beauty. They use a sense of pious rhythm. , To express the "He" that can be called the most beautiful in the world, Gao Fan looked at him, as if loud music sounded in his ears... Yes, that's the feeling.

The beauty of the moose cat exists in all sight, hearing, and sensation. His beauty is like the air of the world. You can't see it, but you must rely on it to survive, and when the rain passes and the sky clears. , The iridescence that it turns out to be above all things and all things, is the ultimate of everything in the world.

　　 Gao Fan stared at his paintings.

　　 He was fascinated by it.

　　 didn't even hear the harsh fire alarm.

　　 Until a waiter rushed in and called him ‘Fire! Fire! While pushing him outside, God arched up at this moment and let out a threatening "meow", but seeing that Gao Fan was pushed away, he hurriedly chased him and jumped onto Gao Fan's shoulder.

　　 Gao Fan was standing on the lawn outside the Hilton Hotel inexplicably.

　　 He is even barefoot, wearing only his nightgown, and beside him is another group of hotel guests who are also confused about their status.

　　 It's on fire... Gao Fan stared at the hotel building thoughtfully, thinking of an oil painting by a certain Dutch painter describing the Great Fire of London in 1666.

The flames in the painting are like devil's minions, and because of the wonderful year of 1666 ~www.wuxiax.com~ and the huge disaster that turned four-fifths of London to ashes, some people call that day the Devil Comes. day.

　　 I don't know what the hotel will be like... Gao Fan thought silently.

　　 As a result, he held the cat and looked up for nearly thirty minutes, but didn't even see a column of smoke.

　　 Fuck?

　　……

　　 After being pulled by the waiter in Gao Fan, he hurried out of the hotel.

In his room, he walked into a middle-aged man in his forties. The middle-aged man was about six feet tall and well-proportioned. His movements were dexterous and powerful. He was wearing white gloves on his hands and a mask on his face. He was obviously a man. Intruders who have plans and are prepared to be adequate.

　　 After he entered Gao Fan's room, he first saw the sketches hanging on the drawing board.

　　 For an instant, he stood still.

　　 seemed to hear the sound of chants in his ears.

　　 Immediately, he took a few steps back in shock, no longer dared to look at the sketch of the elk cat, and turned to the back of the portrait.

　　 He took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

　　 "He was right." The middle-aged man said, "He will be selected. Am I going to destroy this demon work?"

"No, your task is not to destroy the work, but to use his work." Another voice came from over there, "The shell we planted on him is sprouting, and he will become our weapon. "

　　 "Are you sure this won't ruin him?" the middle-aged man asked, "I don't care if he becomes a lunatic, but J·K doesn’t appreciate a lunatic artist."

　　 "I believe it won't, because he was crazy before we destroyed him." The voice said with a smile.

　　 So the middle-aged man arranged a hidden camera on the roof of the room, and hurriedly wiped away the traces left by him, and then left the room.