Chapter 1621 Fishing Day (XIV)

"You said you can paint, what themes do you often paint?" Natasha asked as if she had nothing to say, fiddling with the fishing line in her hand.

"I draw on all kinds of subjects, but most of them are charcoal and pencil drawings. It's a bit troublesome to pack up the paint, so I prefer sketches with large areas of white space."

Natasha nodded, and then Schiller continued: "I happened to bring paper and charcoal. Would you be honored to ask you to be my model?"

"You'd better not expect me to stay here quietly for a long time." Natasha shook her head and said: "I have long passed the age of not eating, drinking or sleeping for romance. Am I showing off? Like an old lady?"

"As I said before, we are all remnants of the past. Just keep this position as still as possible for ten minutes."

Schiele took out a sketch pad from his luggage bag, wrapped a charcoal strip in a tissue and began to draw on the paper.

Even before ten minutes, Natasha saw Schiller hand over the drawing board. She was a little surprised and said: "So fast?"

The speed of Schiele's painting made Natasha not have high expectations for the quality of this painting, because in the eyes of an outsider like her, the paintings should become more refined and higher-level the longer they are painted. A few minutes of sketching will inevitably lead to some sloppiness.

But when she saw the portrait on the paper, Natasha was stunned. The beautiful woman's face outlined on the paper was not scrawled at all. Her hair was black, which made her cheeks extra bright, and the shadow was kneaded charcoal powder. , rich at first, but finally with a gray transparency, like a shadow under the light.

There are very few colored parts and a lot of white space, but the high-intensity contrast between light and dark makes the light feel more intense.

"God." Natasha said in shock, "You can draw so well!"

“It’s a great layman’s approach to lake fun.”

Schiller's words made Natasha couldn't help but look at him. Schiller smiled and continued: "Actually, the details are very different. Using strong light and dark to shape the volume will make the picture have a strong impact, and most of them Laymen without professional knowledge can only feel the impact of the picture.”

"It's quite impactful." Natasha looked down at the painting again, but even if she looked carefully, she really couldn't see any missing details. After all, she had never studied art at all and had only seen the works in the exhibition hall. The memory is not very clear either.

The first feeling this painting gave her was "likeness", and the second feeling was "beauty". These two feelings are enough for ordinary people without professional knowledge to judge this painting as a professional work.

"Look at this." Strange turned over a piece of draft paper and showed it to Stark next to him. The moment Stark saw the painting, his eyes shrank, as if he saw a bright light.

It was a portrait of a woman with a strong sense of light. The large charcoal shadows made the blank area in the middle look like a beauty's face at noon. The facial features were hazy and the details could not be seen clearly, but it was quite atmospheric.

"Shiller shouldn't be able to draw, right?" Although Stark said it as a question, he used an affirmative tone. He recalled it and then said: "I asked him to help me draw an auxiliary line for the part drawing. , he painted them crookedly.”

"Don't you know how to draw?" Strange glanced at Stark, then looked at the painting and said, "How is the quality of this painting?"

"Industrial drawing and this are completely different things." Stark shook his head and said: "Or they are two opposite extremes. Industrial drawing requires complete accuracy, which is no different from mathematical calculations, but art is about atmosphere rendering. The hazier and more evocative the better.”

But Stark still looked down at the painting and said: "In my opinion, this painting has done it all. Although he did not paint the facial features very clearly, it still makes us feel that this model is a beauty."

Strange turned over another piece of draft paper, and then a similar drawing from another angle. He turned over several pieces of paper in succession, and found that they were all like this, with strong light, hazy portraits, and beautiful images. The atmosphere is great, but I can’t tell who the model is.

"This should be painted by the original Schiele, right? His dream girl." Stark simply sat on the ground and began to look through the paintings one by one and said, "Could he be doing it out of love?" Suicide?"

But at this moment, Strange turned over an unusual test report on the side of the bottom of the box. He took a look at it and said: "Brain area scan... Schizophrenia pre-test? The original Schiller Have schizophrenia?”

Strange rummaged through the box again and found more paintings, but this time the style of the paintings became a little weird.

Originally, the long black hair or the black background set off the white face, making the model in the painting look particularly sacred. However, the situation in the folded painting in Strange's hand is completely reversed. The hair is sparse and a few strokes are outlined. The lines and background are completely blank, and the facial features have been very detailed, but each organ is covered with dense shadows, leaving only a tiny bit of white space.

"Who is this?" Stark squinted at the painting in Strange's hand. He could see that the woman's facial features were not black, but there was too much ink on her face, and her entire face was shadowed. cover.

They compared the two paintings and found that the hairstyle and face shape were basically the same, but the painting method was different. Strange then looked back and found that the paintings behind were getting more and more weird.

Originally, Mo Hu's facial features gradually became clearer, sometimes revealing the content, sometimes looking ferocious and bloodthirsty, but many times there was a strange tenderness or a slight temptation of desire.

"I'm afraid he really has some mental problems." Strange looked at the painting up and down and said: "This may be a hallucination he saw when he was suffering from a mental illness. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why the style of the painting changed like this. Suddenly, there’s so much detail in expressions.”

"Artists are crazy."

"The problem is he's not an artist, he's a psychiatrist."

Stark was speechless. He stared at the weird paintings and felt a little nervous, so he folded them up and put them all back in the box, stood up and re-entered the bedroom.

There was a desk in the bedroom. Stark walked to the desk and flipped through a few books on the shelf. His eyes were fixed on the name of one of them - "How We Go to Death".

Stark's fingers traced the ridges of the books. Strange came behind him, stared at the names of the books and said, "Even if death education is an indispensable part of life, the book above mentioned Are there too many deaths?"

"Maybe he wanted to commit suicide a long time ago." Stark seemed a little silent, with a slightly sad tone: "No matter what, a crazy suicide tortured by mental illness deserves sympathy."

"Is it really a mental illness?" Strange seemed to have thought of something. He quickly walked back to the living room, stood in the middle of the room and closed his eyes, while magic spread around him.

"What are you doing?" Stark asked.

Strange did not respond. After a few minutes of silence, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at Stark with a serious face and said, "The breath of death remains here."

"Yes, after all, he is considered dead..."

"No, it's not that death, it's the real 'death'." Strange turned around and looked up and down the room and said, "The breath is very, very thin. It must have been a while."

"That goddess?" Stark asked a little surprised.

"Don't tell me you don't know. Death will haunt certain beings, causing them to see hallucinations similar to those of a dream lover, and then causing them to provide him with more deaths. Thanos is one of them."

Strange knelt on the ground again, took out the paintings from the box, and said: "According to Rocky's description of his experience, Thanos once mentioned that he had seen a beautiful woman several nights. The woman guided him to a deserted and deep country. She said that it would be their love nest as long as he could keep her appointment. "

“Death seduces Schiller??!

"Stark said in disbelief, but he soon seemed to react: "Wait a minute, I always felt something was wrong about Schiller's strong interest in death. "

"Why does he have to negotiate terms with death every time, no matter how big or small it is? There are obviously thousands of simpler ways than that..."

Strange looked around again and speculated: "The original Schiller may have been affected by death and chose to commit suicide to go to her appointment. In other words, the first person that Dr. Schiller later met was not Me, but death.”

"This can also explain why he is so interested in death all the time, and even took a part of his soul to go to her appointments several times... God, they are not dating, are they?!"

Strange slowly narrowed his eyes. In fact, anyone who has experienced Schiller's several big plans in succession can find that he has a different interest in death, which is completely beyond the scope of interest that should be found in studying a god.

Here both of them fell into a blind spot of thinking. The preconceived impression that Schiele could not paint made them think that the paintings that appeared in Schiele's previous residence could only be left by the previous Schiele. Wine bottles and drugs inevitably lead to the speculation of the depressed and crazy artist.

Thinking back to some small details that have long been doubtful in the past, it is easy for people to have the idea of ​​​​"Look, I told you something was wrong a long time ago."

Human beings are quite good at incorporating their current situation into various descriptions that are actually inaccurate. It is the same as Baidu’s diagnosis of cancer, and it is also the same as when taking an emotional test and feeling that those adjectives are extremely suitable for oneself. Same.

"We have to ask Loki." Strange thought for a while and said: "She is the only one who has more dealings with Thanos. We should ask Thanos whether the paintings in these paintings are death. ”

At this time, Luo Ji was still looking through the picture album in Schiller's bedroom, but she suddenly heard a slight thunder coming from beside her. Luo Ji seemed to be used to it. She sighed helplessly and closed the book in her hand. Album looked towards the balcony, and sure enough Thor was standing there.

"Why are you still here?" Thor stuck his head in from the balcony window and said, "Frigga is looking for you everywhere. You are the protagonist of her ancient blind date plan."

Speaking of this, Luo Ji became even more helpless, while Thor waved his hand outside and said, "What do you mean, mother is always right. You should know that running is useless, right?"

After he finished speaking, he remembered to see where it was. Thor took two steps back and glanced outside the building. After seeing the familiar door, he said with some surprise: "Isn't this Dr. Schiller's clinic?" ? What are you doing here? "

"I'll come in and take a look."

Thor reacted faster than anyone else in this aspect. His mind was immediately alarmed, and he even completely ignored his image as the God King and climbed up from the balcony window at the fastest speed.

He first took a look at the neatly folded bedding, and breathed a sigh of relief. He then took a look at the relatively clean environment around him. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Thor's eyes fell on Loki's face.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came here to take a look, and I got permission."

Thor took two steps forward, and his burly body squeezed Loki so that there was almost no place to stand. His eyes passed Loki's shoulders and stayed on the picture album on the table.

Thor glanced at Loki, turned sideways and was about to reach out for the album. With a "pop", his other hand pressed on the end of the album. Loki turned her head and looked at Thor through the gap in her hair and said, "This is Dr. Schiller's personal property. You can't move it at will."

"Then why did you move it?"

"I got permission."

Thor's eyes became more suspicious. He stared into Loki's eyes and said, "Let go, let me see."

"No..."

"Let go!"