Apart from having a more primitive and simple atmosphere, Stephen Mossos's country house has nothing special in its exterior shape, but its interior is quite different from ordinary villas.
After entering the villa, there is a long corridor. The lower edges of the walls on both sides of the corridor are covered with simple wooden boards. The upper part is painted with snow-white wall paint. More than ten oil paintings are hung on it, allowing people passing by the corridor to fully appreciate it.
Oil paintings on both sides.
But the oil paintings on display on the wall are not the landscape oil paintings that Stephen is best at. On the left wall are self-portraits, and the protagonists of the self-portraits are naturally Stephen himself; on the right wall are lines and graphics, which are used in large areas.
Vibrant colors and impactful abstract paintings.
Stephen's movements and expressions in the self-portraits are different, he may be excited and laughing, or he may be thinking calmly, or he may be melancholy and sad, or he may be cold and distant, and these expressions can be compared with the colorful abstract paintings opposite him. Opposite the calm Stephen is
Blue tones, cold Stephen opposite is purple tones...
Seeing Rawls stop and admire the oil paintings on both sides of the corridor, Stephen slightly adjusted the dark blue tie on his chest and drew an arc with his right hand:
"Before the banquet begins, please enjoy my latest works."
Ignoring Stephen's words, Rawls stood in front of a self-portrait. In the painting, Stephen was sitting at a desk, his left arm naturally placed on the table, his right elbow resting on the table, holding a quill in his hand as if he was deep in thought. In front of the self-portrait.
Rawls suddenly imitated Stephen's movements in the painting, with his left arm across his chest and abdomen, his right elbow resting on his left hand, and then turned to look at the abstract painting opposite, whose main color was blue.
The knuckle of his index finger slightly rubbed his chin, a smile appeared on the corner of Rawls's mouth, and he looked at Stephen standing aside:
“Color and psychology?”
A blush appeared on Stephen's pale face, he made a sound by clapping his palms together, and said excitedly:
"You can really see that those people only recognize self-portraits. These paintings composed of simple lines and graphics can express a person's psychology."
He grabbed Rolls' left arm and walked excitedly along the corridor to the restaurant. Rolls looked back at Daniel with a helpless look on his face, but Daniel just lowered his head and walked forward.
There was a half-length mirror hanging in the corner at the end of the corridor. It must have been Stephen's right-hand man when he was painting his self-portrait. Under Stephen's pull, Rawls only briefly glanced at himself in the mirror, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and then disappeared.
…
The dinner prepared by Stephen was quite rich. There were more than a dozen delicacies of various colors on a long solid wood dining table, four light yellow candles were burning, and a gorgeous candlestick was placed not far in front of the two of them.
Hospitality is already in abundance.
Rawls took the knife and fork, gently pushed the cream soup forward, and moved the roast chicken to the right. He looked at the increasingly excited Stephen opposite, who was criticizing those conservative people at the moment.
A painter who believes that those historical paintings express things that are too rigid and cannot express true inner emotions at all...
Daniel Elliot, with a handsome face, stood behind Stephen, holding a tray in his hand. Inside the tray was an opened bottle of red wine. Obviously, in a dinner without a butler, Stephen, as the host, could not get up and go to the other side of the table in person.
On one side, Rawls was pouring wine, and only Daniel, the disciple, temporarily took over the task of pouring wine for the guests.
Stephen put down the knife and fork in his hand, which had almost no achievements. He had just been criticizing historical paintings, portraits, and even landscape paintings, which he was best at. He just drank a few glasses of red wine with Rawls out of etiquette. He
He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and the dancing candlelight was reflected in his blue pupils through the lenses, adding a touch of madness to the excitement contained in them:
"Rolls, are you interested in learning to paint?"
Rawls, who was holding the wine glass and not eating much, was stunned and shook his head slightly:
"Stephen, there are too many things in the office to allow me to be distracted."
"That's such a pity." Stephen lowered his head and picked up the knife and fork again to cut the steak on the plate. "Although you have not studied systematically, you are very keen on the connection between painting and psychology."
"If it hadn't been for your paintings and you hadn't pointed it out, I probably wouldn't have known there was such a close relationship between painting and psychology." Rawls took a sip of red wine and shook his head slightly, "How did you discover it?"
Stephen stuffed a piece of cut beef into his mouth, chewed silently while looking at Rawls opposite, and said with a trace of memory:
"About ten years ago, I made little progress in painting, and I was injured and admitted to the Affiliated Hospital of Backlund Medical College. In addition to treating the trauma, I also had to see a psychiatrist. I was lucky enough to meet the director of Backlund Medical College at that time.
Mr. Pauli Dellao, the director, treated my psychological problems and I taught him painting. With his advice, I unexpectedly discovered the relationship between psychology and painting, and later regained my confidence...cascoot
Unfortunately, by the time I became famous through my landscape paintings, Mr. Dellau had passed away. In memory of him, I began to try to incorporate psychology into my paintings, and it wasn’t until a few years ago that I started to make progress.”
It's Pauly Dellaw again! He is the president of the Psychological Alchemy Society, the former dean of Backlund Medical College, the 'King of the Black Seat' Barros Hopkins, and a well-known hermit in the Central Sonia Sea.
Rick Drake is the "Dream Weaver" of Sequence 3!
Rawls lowered his head to cut the roasted chicken on the plate. After seeing Stephen's related files, he discovered that he had this suspicion after staying in the Backlund Medical College Hospital for a period of time. He also remembered that Duke Negan was in Carl
In the office of the Dayton Club, there is a painting by Pauli Dellaw!
As for learning painting with Stephen? As the demigod of the "audience" path, his observation ability alone surpasses all painters!
"You know Mr. Dellaw?"
Rawls was stunned by the sudden question. He raised his head and looked at Stephen with a smile:
"I saw Mr. Dellaw's painting in Duke Negan's office."
"What is the painting?" Stephen stood up abruptly, the chair behind him sliding backwards with a screeching sound, his face was a little distorted, and his gold-rimmed glasses fell on the dinner plate.
Daniel, who was standing nearby, was frightened and couldn't hold the tray in his hand firmly. Although the wine bottle didn't fall to the ground, it flipped over in the tray and the scarlet wine spilled. His handsome face instantly turned pale, and he looked panicked.
He looked at Stephen. But Stephen didn't look at him. He just waved his hand, making Daniel sigh in relief and left the restaurant.
Stephen lowered his head and tugged on his dark blue tie. His originally distorted face became calm. He picked up his gold-rimmed glasses and sat back on the chair. He lowered his head and wiped the lenses carefully with a tablecloth:
"Did you notice when you just met me?"
"What did you find?" Rawls also picked up the tablecloth and wiped the light oil stains around his mouth.
"Haha." Stephen pulled off the loose dark blue tie and lifted it up. The dark blue tie was of good quality, but the faint purple spots were very obvious under the candlelight.
Gu swim bladder
He threw his tie on a roast chicken, put on his gold-rimmed glasses again, and looked at Rawls with his blue eyes:
"You are a student of Merlino. Did you get your 'recipe' from him? But you didn't show off your 'lawyer' eloquence? You have extraordinary items that can affect emotions? But do you think that under a 'psychiatrist'
Is it useful in front of you?"
In the process of moving the plates, Rawls had quietly initiated a "bribery" because he was worried that Stephen, as a "psychiatrist", would feel the changes in his mood. Therefore, after Rawls showed that he was Stephen's "confidant",
Only then did he use "bribery-arrogance" and "bribery-weaken", but the former was still noticed by Stephen.
He threw the tablecloth forward, and it happened to be thrown on the candlestick. The orange tongue of flame licked the white tablecloth, emitting a pungent smell:
“The aroma in the candles smells good and is suitable for falling asleep.”
"Psychologists" are not yet able to achieve combat hypnosis. They must use candlelight, hydrosol and other media to put the target in a semi-hypnotic state and communicate directly with his mental body.
There was a smile on Stephen's thin face, and he even applauded Rawls. He reached out and unzipped his shirt:
"You know the 'Psychiatrist' very well, but don't you know what you know about the 'Angry People'?" A sea-blue necklace was revealed around his neck. "Its original owner had a very bad temper. I just gave you a little hint.
Let him be in peace forever."
Rawls' mouth formed a straight line, and he stood up with his arms on the dining table, looking a little sullen:
"If I can't go back, the Nighthawks and the police will definitely not let you go."
"You are lying, but I don't care whether you informed the police or not. As long as you go back 'safely', I think you can convince them."
Stephen also stood up and pulled out the burning candles on the candlestick in front of him one by one. The four sharp prongs were covered with dark red. Illusive fish scales appeared on the back of his right hand holding the candlestick, moving towards Luo
Else is coming.
"When I have you, 'Lawyer's' eloquence will definitely help me tame more pets!"
"Like Daniel?"
"No, he doesn't count. He's not even qualified to be a work!"
Rolls looked at Stephen who was getting closer and closer, threw the dinner plate in front of him at him, quickly took out a revolver and pointed it at his suddenly frightened face, "bang bang bang bang bang bang" and fired six rounds in a row.
gun.
At such a close distance, Stephen, who was almost defenseless, could not escape six bullets even though phantom scales appeared on his face. Without even a cry, his face was smashed and he fell to the sky.
Rawls blew the smoke from the gun and threw the loaded revolver on the dining table. Before he could go to pick up the corpse, he heard a "ding-dong" sound. He followed the sound and saw that the handsome Daniel had his hands behind his back.
, a table knife was at his feet. He looked at Stephen who was lying on his back, and his legs gave way and he fell to the ground.
Sighing, Rawls walked towards Daniel, without pulling him up or comforting him. He kicked the knife away from his feet and looked down at Daniel, who was crying:
"Stephen is dead and you are free."
Daniel glanced at Rawls blankly, and then at Stephen's body. He stood up suddenly, picked up a table knife, and stabbed Stephen's body randomly. The bright red blood that had not yet solidified dyed his handsome face red.
Crying and laughing, she ran outside.
After taking a look at Stephen's almost punctured body, Rawls sighed again, bent down and touched the sea blue necklace around his neck, but as soon as he touched the necklace, he felt that all the hairs on his body stood up. It was fatal.
A sense of threat came to mind.
He stood up abruptly, ignoring the dishes on the dining table, and pressed his hands on the table top to roll over. He used the power of the "barbarian" to instantly turn the solid wood dining table over and hide behind it. The dishes were shattered on the floor.
There was a "boom" and an explosion sounded. Rolls, who was hiding behind the solid wood dining table, felt his left shoulder go numb, and then a huge thrust pushed the dining table and himself flying backwards...
Puff puff, the raindrops of blood and flesh were blessed with great strength and speed. With Stephen's corpse as the center, they shot out in all directions, dyeing the restaurant that was originally full of ancient atmosphere with blood.
The solid wood dining table tabletop in front of Rawls was riddled with holes. The huge force was transmitted to him, causing him to be thrown away and fell heavily against a wall.
"Ahem"
Rawls put one hand on the ground and the other on his chest, looking at the restaurant that looked like a slaughterhouse, and slowly stood up against the wall. His pupils shrank suddenly, his body rolled forward, and a long sword of flesh and blood suddenly pierced his back.
The wall almost penetrated his body.
He half-crouched, staring at the flesh-and-blood sword with his brown eyes, watching it shrink back as if alive, leaving a huge hole. The next second, countless slender flesh-and-blood thorns pierced the wall.
, as the thorns of flesh and blood slowly shrink, gray smoke rises as countless rubbles fall.
The smoke dispersed, and a large human-shaped hole appeared in the wall. A figure slowly walked out of the hole. His handsome face was covered with blood, and his clothes were in tatters. His right hand was gone, replaced by a handle.
Great sword of flesh and blood.
Rawls slowly stood up, looking at Daniel's right arm that turned into a sword of flesh and blood, his eyes flickered:
"Ahem, wouldn't it be nice if you left? You have to come back again!"
Daniel's expression was unclear on his blood-stained face, but he could tell from the exposed teeth that he was smiling:
"Mr. Adrian, have you seen it again? Or are you saying that as a 'lawyer', you are finally going to use your weapon?"
"Ahem, Daniel Eliot, 26 years old, is a well-known writer in Enmatt Port. He has affairs with many aristocratic ladies and wives. His annual income is at least 500 pounds, not counting invisible income.
, such as those gifts from noble ladies and young ladies.”
Rawls gradually straightened up. If you didn't look at the oil stains on his body, he would look like a barrister standing in the court. It seemed that he also noticed this and took out the handkerchief on his chest to wipe it.
, but found it useless and threw it on the ground.
"But none of this is important. What's important is that last Monday, you were supposed to have a secret tryst with Viscountess Lehr of Enmatt Harbor but you didn't keep the appointment. Instead, you found Stephen Mossos, who you have no relationship with. Although he is famous
He is a painter, but his apprentice is disappearing all the time and going crazy. Others don’t know this. As a writer, it’s impossible for you not to know.”