Chapter 212 102: Shadow Demon
“Your paintings are mediocre, uncreative, and the techniques are crude. They are all poor imitations of predecessors. I can guarantee that unless you are rich, otherwise At this level, no academy will ever accept you."
"But your painting "Hands of Hell" is not bad, I am willing to pay 50 euros."
Park, Louis, as always. He occupied a piece of lawn and placed a few old paintings that he was quite satisfied with. He sat and painted. When someone approached him, he introduced his paintings and mentioned that he was one place short of entering the Victoria University of the Arts. He hoped that It can give customers a little more confidence and also slightly increase the price of the paintings.
"Sir, this is not called Hands of Hell, this is "God"." Louis explained to a man in a suit and tie who looked very interested in buying. "This is my most satisfying work. If you really want to buy it, it can’t be less than two hundred euros.”
The man shrugged, murmured his hometown dialect, and said: "I don't care what it's called, eighty euros, that's the limit. In my opinion, it's worth the price."
Louis looked at him. The man became ugly and looked at him carefully: "Are you from David?"
"Huh? Is there any problem?" The man shifted his gaze from the painting to Louis and asked doubtfully.
"Damn it, get out of here! Even if my work is chopped and burned as firewood, I won't sell it to the people of David! Get out!!" Louis picked up an unfinished painting and made a gesture of throwing it at the man. go.
"Damn, you're crazy! You deserve to be a painter that no one cares about." The man didn't bother to pester, and was more afraid that his expensive suit would be stained by dye. He cursed and ran away in a hurry.
"Damn you David! Don't try to tarnish my work!"
Louis carefully put the painting down, akimbo, like a victorious general.
Ignoring the strange looks from other people in the park, he calmed down and put the unfinished work back on the easel. He was just pretending just now. If he really wanted to ruin the work, he would be reluctant to part with it. The Davidic man only deserves to be educated with cheap industrial products like bullets, not his works of art.
Walking to the "God", he took the trouble to admire it over and over again.
That was when he went to Gaul to sketch, and he witnessed the scene of the hand reaching out from the earth, holding up the iron tower. In order to combine inspiration and reality into a work, he spent a lot of time For several days, I almost didn't sleep.
But when he enthusiastically wanted to sell it locally, he was almost beaten.
"This painting is clearly made by the hands of the devil! You Hans bastard, don't slander our angelic hands! Take your painting and go back to your country!"
Indeed , in the painting, the giant hand looks extremely ferocious, which is very different from the actual picture. Even the surrounding scenes have an indescribable sense of decay.
"Shallow people can always only see the first layer, and can't even feel God's gaze." Thinking of the angry boss, Louis murmured.
"Louis."
"Huh? Ah, it's Miss Hedwig! Welcome!"
Someone came over. It was Hedwig whom I met a few days ago. She bought a painting of hers, and Louis It can be felt that the other party sincerely likes his works. For this kind of guest, no, he should be a friend, and he always welcomes him with great enthusiasm.
Hedwig seemed a little absent-minded, his eyes fell on the painting "God", and he subconsciously said: "The perspective of your painting seems to be very cold."
Louis was startled, and then He became very excited: "You can see it?! Yes, you can see it! The name of this painting is "God", you must understand the meaning of this name, right?"
"This Is it the way God looks at the world? Why does everything look so ferocious and dirty?" Hedwig asked sincerely.
Lewis was excited for a moment, and his eyes were slightly disappointed, but he still made a spiritual explanation: "In the eyes of God, since the emergence of human beings, this world has never been pure and flawless, and must be full of dirt. And these extraordinary, It's just like cancer cells, harmful and useless. "I didn't expect Mr. Lewis to view extraordinary things like this. I thought you would aspire to be extraordinary like others." Hedwig. His smile was a little forced.
"No, you misunderstood me. If possible, who doesn't want to be extraordinary." Louis denied her words.
Hedwig was silent for a few seconds and suddenly said: "Can we find a place to chat?"
"Why not."
Without any hesitation, Louis quickly put away his paintings and put them on a trolley.
The place they chose was Louis’ home.
He lived in an apartment bought by his mother. It was different from Hedwig's expectation. It was very neat and tidy, not at all the paint-filled scene she had imagined.
"Sit wherever you want, I'm the only one in my house." Louis brought the beer, "Do you want a beer?"
"Okay."
"I haven't had guests in my house for a long time, and I have no relatives in this city. When I was a child, I grew up in a small village near Munich. Ever since the damn Davids came." Louis did not ask Hedwig's purpose, but instead While drinking beer, he seemed to treat her as a close friend and started talking to her. It was obvious that he had not communicated so happily with someone for a long time. Once the conversation started, he couldn't hold it back.
Hedwig listened carefully. If you understand the other person's past, you can better understand the other person's character. She thinks so.
“.Look what the extraordinary people are doing with their power now? The Gallic hero Abdul surrounds Olivier like a bodyguard every day. His ability to manipulate the earth is obviously able to It is used in many more useful places. America is even more ridiculous. It split because of the extraordinary. Although there is no clear evidence, I believe that there must be extraordinary wrestling behind their split, otherwise it would not be possible so fast. In Tokyo, It also contains the secret of extraordinary origins. Haha, if you go around the world, you will find that Hans Country has actually been excluded from the core circle of the world."
Louis seemed to be no different from other men. He drank The couple began to look at the world and criticized Fang Qiu.
Hedwig is not disgusted with this, he just thinks it is true. At least he is a person who has something to say.
"What if there really was such a chance to become extraordinary? What would you do?" She interrupted Louis' rambling and interjected.
Louis seemed to have a premonition and stared at Hedwig carefully for a while, hesitating before speaking.
"Peace, I will work hard to make the world peaceful through struggle."
He said this, his eyes seemed to be shining.
Half a day later.
Paradise Node welcomed a new trainee who calls himself a painter.
"Ivan, have you ever felt as if someone was whispering something in your ear recently?"
An experimental base under the permafrost in Beilian has gathered many people recently. A large number of researchers conduct closed-end research experiments.
Because of their close contact with the extraordinary, two ordinary soldiers, Ivan and Alexander, also participated in it and became mascot-like existences.
Every day’s job is to patrol around and observe if anything is wrong.
However, in fact, Ivan only felt that something was ten or even nine percent wrong with the experimental subject, but others became more energetic when they heard it, because what they wanted was that something was wrong!
It was a soft egg with a black, egg-like structure that was discovered by personnel at the scientific research site, and would squirm from time to time.
Any human being with normal thinking can detect the weirdness of this thing.
The experiment has been going on non-stop for more than half a month. Various methods have been used, but so far there has not been much progress. I can only confirm that this is alive, and the eggshell material is also a material I have never seen before.
But what is inside the eggshell is still a mystery.
From laser to high temperature, and then gradually upgraded to hydraulic machines, drills, although they were no longer so concerned that they must not damage the egg body, still failed to achieve results.
The only unexpected gain was that I found that the core temperature of the egg seemed to be slowly rising, from a few degrees at the beginning to more than ten degrees now.
The researcher, on the other hand, lost a few hairs and seemed to be emotionally broken. "Have you reported to the KGB?" Ivan knew that Alexander had always been able to endure loneliness, so he probably wouldn't have hallucinations after living underground for half a month.
“They recorded it, but didn’t say anything.” Alexander shrugged and rubbed his ears, “Damn, that voice is so sexy, it makes me stiff.”< br>
"." Ivan has never been able to get used to Alexander's unabashed speech.
"So, that voice is seducing you?" he asked tentatively.
"No, that voice sounded like a man's." Alexander said seriously, and then looked at Ivan's horrified face and laughed, "Haha, I'm lying to you. In fact, I couldn't tell whether it was a man or not. Woman, it just seems to be seducing something in my heart."
"It sounds like the whisper of a devil." Ivan looked at the researchers who were in a hurry or having a heated discussion, "I don't know them. Is there such a phenomenon?”
“Who knows, I’m so sleepy, I’ll go back and take a nap first.”
Alexander yawned and left. Their time was more free than these researchers.
Ivan was still not reassured. After all, it was a matter of extraordinary importance, and any abnormal situation could not be ignored, so he found their person in charge and reported the situation in detail.
"We are investigating this matter. Currently, only Alexander is experiencing auditory hallucinations. You don't have to worry too much."
The superior comforted him so.
Seeing this, Ivan had no choice but to suppress his doubts and continue to live this repetitive life.
late at night.
Ivan in the dormitory seemed to feel a gust of cold wind blowing in, causing him to shrink under the quilt and wake up in a daze.
Before his eyes were fully opened, he felt a shadow standing in front of him.
The dormitory where Ivan is located is a double room. He is with Alexander. The underground space is limited. Basically, there is an aisle between the two beds. Because there is no natural light source, in order to avoid going to the toilet and turning on the light, Alexander is opposite the bed. A night light was inserted in front of the table.
It was also with this faint light that Ivan could feel that there was a shadow blocking the light, standing upright not far in front of him, motionless and silent, like a puppet. corpse.
Ivan subconsciously tensed up his body, slowed down his breathing, and narrowed his eyes. He did see the black shadow that blocked the light. It was very close, right near his feet. He could even smell a sinister smell. The breath of coldness.
What made him feel horrified was that the one standing was not Alexander.
Because Alexander was lying on the bed opposite, his eyes wide open and looking in his direction, just like the black shadow.
My heart was beating wildly, and breathing began to become difficult. Ivan could even feel waves of hypoxia.
Alexander had no habit of sleeping with his eyes open at all, he must be looking at himself. Although the door was not locked, a key was required to enter from the outside. Apart from the administrator, only he and Alexander had the key, so how did this dark shadow get in? Or it simply doesn't come in from the outside, but exists inside the house.
He seemed to see a black shadow slowly bending down, and the originally invisible head was approaching his field of vision. He was so frightened that he hurriedly closed his eyes, not daring to open even a single gap.
Under this ultimate torture, he fell asleep unknowingly.
"Ivan? Ivan!"
"Don't come over!!"
Ivan suddenly got up from the bed, clinging to the wall, his forehead full of tears Khan, his eyes widened, looking at Alexander who looked incomprehensible in front of him with a look full of fear.
"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell today?" Alexander raised his hands, took a half step back, and looked at him suspiciously.
"Ho ho, you, me, what time is it now?" Ivan wiped his sweat and looked at the quilt, which was already wet with sweat.
"It's seven o'clock. Normally you'd get up early. What did you do today? Did you masturbate secretly last night?" Alexander teased.
Ivan had no intention of joking. He breathed calmly and asked seriously: "What time did you go to bed last night?"
"I never woke up, don't you know? "Alexander yawned, "I don't know what's going on. I feel sleepier and sleepier."
Ivan remembered that Alexander had been sleeping since he went back yesterday. He didn't eat dinner and slept soundly.
"Did you really never wake up last night?" Ivan confirmed again.
"I promise, absolutely not." Alexander almost swore.
"So, did you have nightmares or see anything when you woke up?"
"No, I slept very well."
Unable to get the answer he wanted, Ivan felt his head throbbing.
"Forget it if you feel uncomfortable, I'll help you ask for leave from your superior."
"Don't - I'm fine, I can do it."
Ask him to continue alone Staying in the dormitory would be terrible.
"Hurry up, we still need to have breakfast." Alexander urged.
Ivan put the quilt aside and planned to take it to the laundry room later. After hurriedly washing up, he and Alexander started to go to the cafeteria for breakfast as usual.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, Alexander.”
“Good morning.”
Along the way here, Alexander got into fights with many people call.
Ivan followed, still unable to get over what happened last night, but also a little confused: "When did you know so many people?" "Yes," Alexander said casually.
Ivan also had to admit that Alexander had a unique talent for bragging. He could talk about everything from the origins of pornographic movie stars to quantum mechanics, so he didn't think much about it.
“Is this a nightmare?” Ivan said to himself.
“No, no, did you see it too?”
A strange low-pitched voice came from behind. Ivan turned around and saw a female researcher with thick dark circles under her eyes.
"Black Shadow Demon, you saw it too, right?"
(End of this chapter)