Chi Feichi looked at the canvas, his hand moving non-stop, carelessly leaving traces on the canvas with the brush, "Recalling things is very smooth, and the thinking speed is not particularly slow, but some strange ideas or pictures will pop up.
While I was talking to Conan, I had to clean up the thoughts and pictures that had nothing to do with the topic, so it seemed slow."
Subaru Okiya held his chin with the fingers of his left hand, looked at the window, and tried to imagine Chi Feichi's state just now.
Um……
It's a bit hard to imagine...
Koshimizu Nanatsuki also tried to imagine it, and asked tentatively, "Weird thoughts and pictures...how strange are they?"
"For example, I thought of a running washing machine, then I thought of the murder report I read in the newspaper, and then it turned into a fluttering carp streamer, and then it turned into Tagore's poem..." Chi Feichi's expression
He calmly changed the brush, dipped it in the new paint in the palette, waved his hand and used the brush to draw a long maroon mark on the canvas, "The night will turn white, the sky will dawn, we will look into each other's eyes, and then each other will
Go your own way."
Long brown and red marks scratched from one corner of the canvas to the other, as if cutting the canvas diagonally into a crack, falling into the blue-green masses, abrupt and dazzling.
Okiya Subaru looked at the canvas, and then at Chi Feichi's always calm and focused expression. While silent, he was thinking about how to persuade Chi Feichi to go to a psychiatric department.
"Cough..." Dr. A Li felt a strange aura permeating the surroundings. He coughed slightly and calmed down, "Fei Chi, then... do you want to see a psychiatrist? If there is a problem, it can be discovered early.
If you solve it early, the solution may be much easier..."
"I want to find Dr. Fushan." Chi Feichi changed the brush again and began to draw short green lines on the canvas. "I will call him later."
The others breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as you are willing to find a doctor, it is better to find Dr. Fukuyama. After all, Dr. Fukuyama knows the situation better...
"Then you can continue painting," Dr. Ali smiled quickly, "we won't disturb you anymore."
"But do you mind if we take a look at it?" Koshimizu Nanatsuki asked.
"I don't mind." Chi Feichi turned to look at the four people surrounding him and continued painting, "Actually, you don't need to be nervous. I'm very awake. When I was painting, I felt that my mind was not so messed up, so it's OK
If so, I want to paint quietly for a while."
His situation seems very serious, but in his eyes, this is just a negative state caused by Sanwu Golden Finger. It will disappear after a while, so there is no need to worry about it. In the eyes of the Great Demon King Fukuyama, this is also a negative state.
It won't be a big deal.
When the original consciousness lacked the desire to survive, he and the original consciousness alternately used the body. He repeatedly suffered from delusions and auditory hallucinations. Fukuyama Shiaki had witnessed these symptoms. He had seen them more. Faced with his current state, he would no longer
What a fuss.
It was for this reason that he decided to call Shiaki Fukuyama.
If he finds a doctor who doesn't understand his previous condition, his mental endurance will definitely not be as strong as Shiaki Fukuyama's. If he discovers any problem, he may make a fuss out of it. Don't scare the people around him when the time comes.
After much deliberation, it would be better to contact Shiaki Fukuyama.
No matter what, it was impossible for Shiaki Fukuyama to come back from the United States to catch him and hospitalize him for treatment.
The worst outcome is that Shiaki Fukuyama thinks he needs to take medicine, and then he can try to hide the medicine, change the medicine, and get away with it.
…
Before twelve o'clock at noon, Conan and his three children, Genta, Mitsuhiko, and Ayumi, rushed home.
"We're back!"
In the house, the easel was propped up in front of the window. Chi Feichi was sitting in front of the easel facing the entrance. When he heard the children saying hello, he turned his head and looked over.
Dr. Agasa and Subaru Okiya were standing next to the easel. When Subaru Okiya turned his head with a smile, he also smiled and turned to say hello, "You are back, it's time for dinner!"
The three children ran to the kitchen counter.
"Haiyuan! What are you having for lunch today?"
“Is there any Chinese food?”
"Is there eel rice?"
Haibara Ai and Koshimizu Nanatsuki stood by the cooking table. Facing the expectant questions from the three children, they replied calmly, "There is no Chinese food, no eel rice, only chicken soup and curry beef rice. I will give it to you after the meal."
Add a dessert."
The three children looked at each other, the excitement in their eyes fading.
"It's just that..."
"It's pretty good, right?" Haiyuan Ai felt that the three children were being sucked into his mouth by Chi Feichi, so he jumped off the chair and looked at the three children with a serious face and said, "Anyway, that's all for today, you guys
Go wash your hands quickly!"
"yes……!"
The three children sweated, stopped their unfinished complaints, turned around and ran quickly to the bathroom.
Conan stood by the easel, looked away from the three children, and smiled inwardly.
When he entered the door and saw that Chi Feichi was not at the cooking table, with the solidified paint still stained on his hands and fingers, he knew there was no need to go around the cooking table - Chi Feichi didn't cook today.
If Mr. Subaru is standing in front of the cooking table, then they can still look forward to whether there will be Chinese cuisine.
If it's Nanatsuki-san and Haibara, then lunch will most likely be the chicken soup they made when they left home in the morning, plus curry beef or fish nuggets.
After all, Nanatsuki-san is very good at making curry beef with different spiciness, and Haibara can cook the curry beef deliciously and patiently stay next to the cooking table and stir regularly...
Reasoning is also indispensable in life.
In short, today is not a good time to wander around the cooking table. No matter what, there won't be any fresh dishes. It's better to come to the easel and see what Chi Feichi and Mr. Subaru are doing.
There is a painting placed on the easel.
A painting with half-dried paint...a mess.
The whole painting has large and small irregular color blocks, lines of varying lengths and thicknesses, and is filled with blue-green, reddish-brown, black, green, white and other colors. The colors are highly saturated, sharp in contrast, and stacked without any traces.
There is no beauty in rules and nature.
Conan stared at the painting intently, trying to find out the difference between this painting and the children's graffiti. Finally, he found that the children's graffiti might be more beautiful than this painting. He was silent for a moment and asked wordlessly, "Brother Chi, are you there?"
What are you drawing?”
Chi Feichi put down his painting tools and stood up to wash his hands and eat, "Trees, clouds, mirrors, etc."
Conan looked at the painting again and examined it carefully.
Trees, clouds, mirrors...
where?
"I'm going to wash my hands," Chi Feichi walked to the bathroom, "You guys should hurry up."
"Huh?" Conan came back to his senses, "Wait a minute..."
"Yes~!" Subaru Okiya narrowed his eyes and responded with a smile, covering up Conan's voice.
Dr. A Li laughed dryly, and waited until Chi Fei Chi walked farther away before leaning towards Conan's ear and lowering his voice, "Shinichi, please stop asking curious questions. Fei Chi's mental state is a little...
not too good……"
Conan looked at the painting again and thought of Chi Feichi's abnormality during the previous phone call. "When we were talking on the phone before, Brother Chi said that his mind was a little messed up. Does this have anything to do with it?"
"Yes," Dr. Ali had a headache. "He said that some strange thoughts or pictures would pop up in his mind, which were all unrelated things. When I called you before, it was probably because he had to try hard to separate those irrelevant things.
The information is expelled from the brain, so the speaking speed is relatively slow, and it is difficult to remember what you wanted to say before being interrupted..."
Conan touched his chin, frowned and recalled, "Come to think of it, when we talked on the phone today, his speaking speed was a little slower than usual. I thought he was recalling the situation of those families, but I didn't expect it to be because of this...
…This must be a sign of slack thinking, right?”
"Not sure," Dr. Ali smiled helplessly, "Fei Chi said to call Dr. Fukuyama later. Dr. Fukuyama is in the United States. Considering the time difference, he may not be able to call until the evening."
"It's better to contact Dr. Fukuyama," Conan retracted his thoughts and agreed, "He is Brother Chi's attending doctor and knows Brother Chi's situation better. It should be better to find him than other doctors."
Dr. A Li echoed in a low voice, "We think so too..."
"Mr. Chi said that he was very sober. It's not like he was lying to reassure us." Subaru Okiya squinted his eyes and looked at the canvas with great concentration. "When he was painting just now, he used tools and mixed colors.
They were very standard, and there was no abnormal behavior during this period, which shows that he was indeed awake. As for these graffiti, he may have wanted to use random graffiti to better let his brain clean up those sudden and chaotic thoughts, and use graffiti as a
It is a cathartic channel to relieve the load caused by too much abnormal information in the brain, so he can feel much more relaxed when painting."
Conan nodded solemnly.
No wonder Mr. Subaru didn't cook either. It turned out that he wanted to observe Brother Chi's situation more.
It’s not easy for Brother Chi either. His thinking remains clear in the chaos, and he keeps doodling to relieve the load on his brain.
It was a silent struggle, and it must be very hard for those who rely on willpower to fight.
Okiya Subaru looked at the canvas and affirmed seriously, "And there are really trees on the painting."
"Huh?" Dr. Ali looked at the messy patterns on the painting in confusion, "Tree?"
"Here..." Subaru Okiya stretched out his finger, stopped some distance away from the canvas, and pointed at the small green dots and gray-brown curves on the canvas, "Although it's not very obvious, I looked at it for a while, and I felt
This is a tree, and those next to it are also trees."
Conan looked up at Subaru Okiya speechlessly.
Hey, besides the color of this color block being related to trees, what else reminds people of trees?
It’s a time like this, please Subaru-san, please be normal.
Okiya Subaru pointed to the upper right corner of the canvas again, looking at the white circles falling on the dark paint, and said seriously, "As for the clouds, they should be here. I haven't found the mirror yet..."
"Are these clouds?" Conan looked at the messy circle and said dryly, "It's really good, more like trees than trees."
"Yes," Okiya Subaru looked at the painting up and down, "Probably because I watched Mr. Chi write, so I can probably guess what he was painting. For example, for the trees, he used gray-brown and green paint alternately.
When painting, I always use gray-brown curves and green color blocks. I guessed at that time that it should be a tree..."
Conan was stunned for a moment.
Huh? If you see such a painting process, you can indeed guess what those strange patterns are through the order of painting...
Wait, why are they discussing a messy painting so seriously?