The priest was led out of Isabel's bedroom. He crossed himself on his chest and said to Hancock who was waiting at the door: "Okay, sir, I checked. There is no power of holy water at the moment."
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Hancock nodded to him. Although he was a little surprised that the priest suddenly said in the evening that he wanted to check the remaining power of the holy water, he thought this was just a way for the priest to ask for benefits.
Mr. Nehlet wrote a donation check for the priest's church and handed it to the priest. The priest did not refuse. He just crossed himself on his chest and said: "I will pray for the lady in your house, and also for the young lady in your house."
You, God bless you."
The priest carrying the box slowly walked out of the Nehlet family manor. He stood in front of the black and gray manor gate, looked back at the building of the manor, turned around and opened the door to leave.
Amid the swaying gray tree shadows on the skyline and the blowing cold wind, accompanied by the heavy ringing of the Nehlet family's bells, the car disappeared at the end of the twilight road.
And a pale little girl on the window stared at his figure, with a piece of paper in her hand written in cursive English: "Wait for me at the old place - doctor."
Before the dinner started, Schiller came to the garden of the Nehlet family. The place was also desolate, with dark brown branches, dark green cold forest leaves and dark to black soil. Schiller lowered his head and walked through the ghost claw style.
willow branches and saw Isabelle on the swing in front.
Isabel still stared at Schiller with that straight look, but Schiller didn't care. He sat on another swing next to him and swayed gently.
Just when he turned to look at Isabel, Isabel shook her head at him, then turned her head back and looked in one direction of the garden.
There was the porch of the opposite building, and a small black shadow flashed past. Schiller recognized that it was Henry, the little boy who had been scared by Isabel before. He was hiding behind a large flowerpot, thinking he was hiding from the enemy.
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Schiller bent down and picked up a branch from the ground, as if playing with it out of boredom, and asked Isabel some common questions. Isabel lowered her head and remained silent without saying a word, while the little boy Henry kept watching.
Stay here.
Schiele used his fingers to remove the bark of the dry branches and changed the subject as if unintentionally: "Can you draw? Isabel?"
Isabel shook her head and remained silent.
"I think you have a pair of hands that are quite suitable for drawing." Schiller glanced at Isabel, and then said: "Maybe you should try drawing. You only need a piece of white paper and a pencil, and you can get something
A beautiful pencil drawing.”
Schiller gestured with the palm of his hand and the half-barked dead branch in his hand, and he said: "You see, this is called a 'side edge', and it is usually used to cover a large area of gray tones.
It's called a 'half winger', and it can be used to line up lines, or to tone small areas."
"Of course there is also the hook line. Do you know how to hook the line? To hook the line, you need to use 'Li Feng', just like this to stand the pencil up." Schiller held one end of the branch perpendicular to the palm of his hand and said: "You have to use a little force.
Of course, the most important thing is that if you want to get sharp and clean lines, you have to sharpen the pen."
"Did you know that there are differences in soft and hard pencil leads? Depending on the hardness of the graphite, the concentration of color that can remain on the drawing paper is also different."
"A softer pencil will be used to lay down the color on the dark side, like this." Schiller used a side-stroke technique to paint on the palm of his hand. "There will be a lot of color left on the paper, and that's because the soft pencil
The core structure is loose.”
"But hard pencils are used to draw bright tones. If you sharpen the pen and arrange the lines lightly, only a small amount of the color will remain on the paper because the pen lead is very hard."
"Of course, Isabel, remember to try not to sharpen the pencil yourself. You can ask the housekeeper to help you, otherwise it will be bad if you hurt your hand."
Schiller reached out and touched Isabel's head. Isabel did not dodge or resist. She just sat there blankly. She said: "You will be a good painter, I guarantee it."
Schiller threw away the branch and stood up, leaving without looking back. Isabel looked at the dead branch he threw on the ground, and another emotion suddenly flashed through her dull eyes.
During the dinner, everyone gathered in the hall and talked in twos and threes. Batman was talking to Mr. Nehlet, Natasha actually smiled brightly in front of the serious and rigid Hancock, and Batman and Mrs. Nehret started chatting.
Sure enough, after the afternoon farce, they each found a breakthrough. Schiller did not walk over to interfere, but silently walked to the dining table and sat down in advance.
The old butler who first greeted them came forward and handed Schiller a glass of water, and said: "Did you suggest Miss Isabel to draw pencil drawings?"
Schiele looked at him with some confusion, and the old housekeeper hurriedly said: "She just asked me if the studio in the manor was open. I asked her what she wanted to do, and she said that a doctor suggested that she draw pencil drawings to relieve her emotions."
"Oh." Schiller smiled with relief and said, "This is not professional medical advice, but I personally prefer painting. I saw that Miss Isabel has a pair of painter's hands, so I had a brief chat with her.
I think she is really interested."
Schiller sighed softly and said: "I have seen many people who can find peace in the pursuit of art. I am not sure whether this will be effective for the young masters and ladies of your house, but it is also good to kill some time."
The housekeeper also sighed and said: "To tell you the truth, we have tried almost every method to calm Miss Isabel, but it is quite difficult."
"My nephew is on duty in the garden. He is on tenterhooks every day. He is afraid that Miss Isabel will hurt others and that she will hurt herself. Maybe it is as you said, and it will be fine if we divert our attention."
Schiller smiled at him, picked up the water glass and took a sip of water. Then he found a small figure standing on the side of the door of the restaurant. The boy named Henry was eavesdropping again.
The opponent's concealment skills are quite superb for a seven or eight-year-old boy, and are not easy for an adult to detect, but they are nothing compared to Batman.
There was no angle where Schiller could see him from where he was sitting, but unfortunately the cup was reflective and there were no lights on in the restaurant. Under the darker light, the surface of the glass could clearly reflect the figure. When the old butler put down the cup
In an instant, Schiller spotted Henry's figure.
"Henry, Henry!" a female voice called, and Schiller recognized that it was Mrs. Nechlet's voice, so he stood up, nodded to the housekeeper, and walked in the direction of Mrs. Nechlet.
"Oh, Dr. Schiller, is Henry disturbing you? I asked him not to stand at the door all the time. Come here quickly, Henry. Don't be so rude. Come and say hello to Mr. Wayne and Dr. Schiller."
Schiller saw that Henry curled his lips with obvious disdain. These little expressions that he thought were hidden, in Schiller's opinion, almost showed his inner emotions written on his face.
The boy seemed to be very contemptuous of his mother, so he deliberately stood there for a few seconds and then walked over as if he had just heard her. As expected, Mrs. Nehret seemed a little embarrassed.
Schiller knelt down gently, faced Henry, touched his head, patted his shoulder and said, "Hello, Master Henry."
Then he asked some common questions such as how old he was and what grade he was in. Schiller stood up and looked at Mrs. Nechlet again and continued chatting with her.
From the corner of his eye, he saw a hint of unbelievable anger on Henry's face. He crossed his arms with subtle movements, then lowered his eyes and looked at his hands.
He seemed to be looking for a chance to interject, but Schiller and Beiba kept talking one after another, and he couldn't find a chance to speak. Until the end of the dinner, Henry kept staring at Schiller.
After dinner, Schiller went for a walk in the garden. In fact, the moment he entered the garden, he saw a small figure in a certain room, closing the curtains and turning around to go out. However, he pretended not to see it and went to the swing area.
, as if looking for Isabel.
But Isabel didn't come today. Schiller stood for a while and then walked back. But suddenly a small figure rushed out from the corner, knocking Schiller staggering.
The boy was knocked to the ground. Schiller immediately went over to help him up, and then looked at the things scattered on the ground.
It was a sketch pad with drawing paper, two pencils and an eraser.
Schiller's eyes immediately fell on the drawings on the sketchpad. He walked over and bent down to pick up the sketchpad and pencil eraser, and looked at the drawings on the drawing paper intently.
The painting was of the bell tower of Nehlet Manor. A crow landed on the eaves of the bell tower, and the hands of the bell tower clock happened to point to the crow at the same time. The crow also looked back at the hands.
This is a very clever diagonal echo composition. It is easy to think of the crow that settled on the bell tower to preen its feathers in the dusk. It became curious about the pointer pointing to itself, so it turned back to glance, which has a kind of Gothic black humor.
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"Did you draw this?" Schiele put down his sketchbook and looked at Henry and asked, Henry nodded.
Schiller looked at the two pencils in his hand again. One pencil had a thicker lead and was a soft pencil, while the other pencil had a thinner lead and was a hard pencil.
But unfortunately, this painting was drawn with charcoal.
Because the feathers of the crow are very black, the traces of the toner applied are clearly visible, which are completely different from the drawing traces of ordinary pencils. Therefore, it is very easy to identify that this is a charcoal drawing and not a pencil drawing. The difference between the two is actually very large.
Even if this is a pencil drawing, it will take at least a dozen pencils from soft to hard to shape it to this extent. Even the eraser needs to be lightly rubbed with a soft eraser with a heavy tone, a hard eraser with a bright surface and sharpened for drawing.
A high-gloss pointed eraser is not something that can be handled by an eraser that looks like the kind used by children for homework.
The most important evidence is that charcoal painting requires a large amount of fixing fluid to be sprayed. From the state of the paper, you can tell when the fixing fluid was sprayed. This painting was probably completed two years ago.
Schiele knelt down and returned the drawing board to Henry and said: "It is not good to pretend to be someone else's work. Sir, this is unlikely to be painted by you. If you want to move this painting to another place, you should be more careful.
Don’t get it dirty and cherish other people’s artistic creations.”
Henry stared at Schiller again with that angry and disbelieving expression, the childish innocence on his face almost completely faded away, leaving only hatred and indifference.
The next morning, Schiele was not surprised to find the Raven Bell Tower painting that had been stepped on several times, thrown into the water, and crumpled into a ball in a corner of the garden bushes.
What a born bad guy, Schiller thought, and luckily I am too.
