She had a certain foundation in painting...although it was not very deep, and she did not know too much about the historical process of the development of art in her previous life, but it was enough for her to appreciate the weirdness of this painting.
This feeling made her pay extra attention to the painting. She looked at it a second time, a third time... leading her to finally discover a horrifying situation.
She wasn't entirely sure, but—
She felt that the people in the picture were alive.
Every time lightning flashes.
Every time thunder roars.
In the illuminated picture, the crowd surrounding the girl, the expressions on their faces... even the way they stood... all changed slightly every time.
Illusion?
It should not be.
Because she is not without reference.
Every time the picture was illuminated, its overall impression was imprinted in her mind. The most important figure in the center of the picture - the curled up girl - had not changed.
She remained motionless.
Just like a real tree taking root there.
It is precisely because of her comparison that Hitzfeld can clearly feel the changes in other characters.
What kind of painting is this...
Hitzfeld was shocked, and then he felt that the name Black Sharon sounded familiar.
"This abbreviation format... Blink... Black? Black-Salad? Black-Sirloin!"
Xia Yibing also saw the signature clearly and a look of shock appeared on her face.
"Do you know this person?" Hitzfeld looked at her immediately.
"I know very little." Xia Yibing shook her head. She stared at the darkness inside the door and explained to the girl quietly, "Black Sharon was an artistic genius... He was from the north, never married, and died at the age of 24. Almost all artists who have seen him have praised him highly, but unfortunately, no one of his works can be found at present..."
"Northerners?" Hitzfeld's heart skipped a beat.
She remembered - Black Sharon... Wasn't he the painter mentioned in the complaints of Johnny and his companions who were climbing the mountain in the snow and wind when she was experiencing the fruit of memory?
The reason why these two people went to Bingyue to work as mine guards was because they delayed this person's painting. They said that they did not wake him up in time to dissolve the paint, resulting in a painting that could not be perfectly formed, and for this they were forced to pay 20,000 Sera...
Even today, 27 Seurat is a huge sum of money, let alone years ago... This young painter was really eccentric.
but.
But for such a mysterious painter, even Xia Yibing, who often goes to the royal capital, said that "I don't see any of his paintings circulating."
So what about this painting?
"Don't move." Xia Yibing's scolding woke her up.
She quickly looked up and saw the homeless man standing at the door holding a sharp kitchen knife, looking at them with an expression full of annoyance and hatred.
"I should have thought of it earlier. Those young masters would not come to such a place even if they were hunting..."
"It's a pity that you realized it too late." Xia Yibing stood in the rain, not blinking even though the water droplets kept disturbing her. "Put the weapon on the ground, raise your hands high, and walk out. Don't stand in the door frame."
"I didn't do anything illegal!" The man's face was ferocious and struggling, "I... I just want to survive!"
"We can only make a conclusion after we understand the situation in detail." Xia Yibing said calmly, "Come out, don't make me say it for the third time."
When she was serious, this woman's aura was really strong. Even Hitzfeld, who was close to her, was a little scared when he saw her like this, not to mention that men were always guilty.
He eventually did so.
He did as Xia Yibing said, threw away the knife, stood up with his hands raised, his face pale and gloomy.
But this was not enough. Xia Yibing forced him to walk down the stairs and even took off his shirt to make sure that he had no other weapons hidden on him. Only then did she remind Hitzfeld: "You can ask now."
Could this be the kind of assistant every detective dreams of?
Hitzfeld asked himself.
She quickly came to the answer: Probably not.
A detective.
Most of them have abnormal brains.
They are people who have pride engraved in their bones, and they cannot tolerate being outdone by others.
As he thought this, Hitzfeld stretched out his foot to open the pocket.
In addition to the largest and most eye-catching painting, there are also many silver-glittering tea sets and tableware.
I don't know if it's silver plated or real hard stuff.
"Name." She finally said.
The man looked at her with some surprise.
Only then did he realize that the one who was truly in charge among the two of them... was actually this delicate girl?
"Bock-Winril."
After a pause, he decided to answer honestly.
"Just call me Boke... It's my pen name, I'm used to it."
“You write books too?”
"Is it impossible..." Bock said coldly, "This is not a difficult task. Whether you can do it depends on how much you eat..."
"Aren't you afraid of the current situation?"
"Humph!" He curled his lips and laughed, "Only the police would ask questions like this."
"Explain this bag."
Bock frowned, his face showing a struggle.
"Don't try to lie." Hitzfeld looked him straight in the eyes. "We know more than you think, such as that kind of fruit, such as the Holy Fruit Society..."
Bock's eyes widened, a look of fear on his face.
"You actually——"
"Okay." Then he shrugged his shoulders, looking completely resigned to his fate.
"These things came from the library and where I worked, and I took whatever I could get my hands on."
"Are you sure you took it and didn't steal it?" Xia Yibing corrected him.
"I'm almost desperate..." Bock frowned, "These things are not important to them, but they can save my life! What's wrong with giving them to me!"
Three incorrect views.
Hitzfeld added a new comment to Bock.
He was probably a rogue character before he gained wisdom, and he could say such things.
but--
"Library?" She frowned slightly. "Harry's library?"
"You even know about the library..."
The fear on Bock's face became even more intense. He looked left and right from time to time, as if he was standing uneasy.
“Which ones were brought out from the library?”
Although he asked this question, Hitzfeld already had some guesses in his mind.
“The picture.”
Bock said quickly.
"Doesn't the library have strict rules? Do you dare to violate them?"
"Oh, there is no rule that prohibits me from taking things off the wall..." Bock sneered, "You are just not allowed to take away the 'book'. I didn't break any rules."
It certainly seems like something he could come up with.
"Are you taking these things to escape? Leave Nanxinze?" Hitzfeld continued to ask.
"Of course, this city is no longer suitable for staying."
"Why? From what you said, you are not afraid of the organization's information being exposed?"
"Of course..." Burke gritted his teeth. "After all, we didn't hurt anyone... did we? Killing Haytham has nothing to do with me... If I'm caught by you, I'll just go to jail. What I'm really afraid of is-"
Everything about him, including his voice, came to a sudden stop.
His body was stiff, his pupils contracted, and he stood there motionless, like a wax figure.
"Bock?"
Hitzfeld's eye twitched and he raised his gun and aimed at his head.
"Bock-Winril?"
Just as Hitzfeld was hesitating whether to continue moving forward, he felt a sharp pain in his left eye.
It was so intense... like a red-hot steel bar was poked into her eye socket, twisting around in her head mercilessly.
"Uh--"
The terrible pain caused Hitzfeld to cover his left eye with one hand.
Close...
Close...
Close your eyes...
Close your eyes...
Strange whispers echoed in my ears.
If it were an ordinary person, all this added up, he would probably have fainted.
But Hitzfeld didn't believe it.
And most importantly.
Today is Monday.
That's when she's at her best.
Enduring the pain, Hitzfeld not only ignored the whispered advice, but instead used his left hand to hold his eyelids open and stared at Bock-Winril with both eyes.
Gradually, she saw some wisps of black gas.
They are becoming more and more numerous and denser.
Wrap the man's entire body.
Turned into pieces in the rain.
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①: A friendly tease.
Chapter 52 Series
It's still raining.
The lightning and thunder were still there. But the two people in the alley were in completely different moods than they were a few seconds ago.
"No...no more..."
Xia Yibing rushed forward immediately and stretched out her hand to scoop up the spreading dust.
Nothing was caught.
As they broke apart, they shattered into fragments a few centimeters in size. As she rushed forward, these fragments broke down further, becoming something smaller than dust.
Xia Yibing couldn't believe her eyes.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have dared to imagine that a living person could disappear like this!
After standing there for a while, the two of them pulled the bag into the house and took shelter from the rain.
