13 Mink Street Chapter 102

Karen opened his eyes. He was still sitting on the steps and found many people standing beside him.

He is very tired now, but very spirited.

The tired body is the body, and it has reached the critical point of overdraft again, and it is a little better than the last time I went to chat with Earl Recal;

The spiritual goal is the goal, and people are afraid of the night because the night obscures the direction, and once a beacon really appears in front of you, the blackness that was still flaring before will immediately become a boring foil.

"Sorry, I dozed off just now."

Karen stood up slowly, and Alfred reached out to help Karen.

At this moment, Eunice walked over on her own initiative;

Alfred hesitated for a moment, and stepped back half of his body, letting Eunice take over and support the young master.

"Send me back to the bedroom." Karen said to Eunice.

"Ok."

With Eunice's support, Karen returned to the bedroom. He sat down on the edge of the bed first. Eunice helped him make the bed, then put her arms around him and let him lie down.

"I'm not that weak." Karen laughed.

"You have always had problems with your body lately, so pay more attention to rest." Eunice said.

"OK, all right."

Karen lay down and Eunice helped him cover the quilt.

"Right, Eunice."

"What's wrong?"

"Can you help me borrow a set of drawing tools from your father?"

"Of course you can, but you can't paint now, at least after you rest."

"Of course, I am going to draw after I wake up. I just had a dream. I want to draw it right after I rest. You know, maybe after a long time, I don't remember what it looked like in my dream."

"I know. Before you wake up, I will prepare the painting tools for you. Which kind of paint do you need? Father, there are various styles of paint."

"I don't need the paint anymore. I will adjust it myself. Oh, yes, there is a box in the cupboard over there with three paints in it. You can get one for me and give it to your father."

"Father doesn't need it."

"Oh, this is what your father asked me for."

"Really?" Eunice walked to the cabinet and opened it. Sure enough, there was a box in it. There were three paints in the box. The workmanship looked very exquisite. "I'll take one?"

"Yes."

"I thank you for my father."

"Not so polite."

"Then you should rest well."

"OK."

Eunice took the paint and walked out of the bedroom.

For a while,

Pu'er rode the golden retriever to the bedroom, and Pu'er jumped directly onto the bed.

"Karen, you just..."

Karen, who had just lay down, turned his face and looked at Pu'er.

He was about to ask Karen if he had just completed the enlightenment of Pu'er. After being swept by Karen's eyes, he somehow stopped talking.

Pu'er backed silently, then jumped out of the bed;

The Golden Retriever also looked at Karen curiously, but it did not prevent it from slowly moving closer to the bedroom door following Pu'er's rhythm.

This is not fear, nor majesty, but a kind of inexplicable meaning. His eyes tell you that you don't want to talk very much now, and then you consciously don't bother him at this time.

After walking out of the bedroom,

Pu'er's eyes widened, and he looked back at the door that had been closed by Alfred with some doubts.

"What kind of look is that?" Pu'er asked.

Jin Mao shook his head and motioned that he didn't know.

"So, what kind of enlightenment did the God of Order give him?" Pu'er asked again.

Jin Mao shook his head again.

"Then, wait for him to rest."

The golden retriever nodded vigorously.

Pu'er raised his head and looked at Alfred, and found that Alfred was putting his hands on his chest, doing intoxication.

"Radio fairy, what are you doing?"

Alfred, eyes closed, replied:

"Didn't you notice that the eyes of the young master just now were full of clarity and depth.

The great existence has clarified his way;

He will become strong,

He will become stalwart,

He will step forward firmly,

Great chapter,

Will set sail at this time. "

The golden retriever stared at Alfred, who was immersed in self-movement and couldn't extricate himself;

Pu'er smiled and said:

"Did your antenna be broken by lightning?"

A disdainful smile appeared at the corner of Alfred's mouth;

"What's the matter with your smile?" Pu'er asked.

"Wow!"

Alfred waved his hand, pulled a chair next to him, and sat down, where he would continue to guard the resting young master.

"In your eyes, the young master is another young Diss;

But in my eyes, the young master has always been a truly great being.

You are not as good as me in terms of loyalty and faith to the young master. "

After speaking, Alfred closed his eyes;

I silently added another sentence in my heart: Stupid mortals.

Ok?

No, it should be:

Stupid beast.

Karen in the bed did not go to sleep directly, but kept his eyes open.

He wanted to draw the scene in his dream,

at this time,

The limitations of the camera are revealed. It can photograph the scene in reality, but it cannot photograph your dreams.

That's why Karen asked Eunice to give Linda the paint given to herself, and give a copy to Mr. Bader;

He knew that Mr. Bede and Linda must be related. No accident. When he wakes up, Mr. Bede will come to him immediately. Then, he will let him help and take the scene in his dream. Draw it out.

It's just a picture, it won't involve other things, Karen also believes that Mr. Bader has the ability to help him present it perfectly.

so,

Are you sleeping now?

No, I want to wait;

Karen sat up, picked up the notebook under the pillow, and drew out the pen from the cover.

Turn over the latest blank page,

Before writing, he paused.

Because he knows exactly what he will write down.

In many cases, people's thoughts are free. Although there will be sins of blasphemy, it is a completely different concept than words.

When you write a text, no matter what form it is, at the moment you write it, it is destined to be read by others.

It's just that this hesitation did not last long, Karen started writing and wrote a headline:

"Shenqi, it's actually a scam."

"Humans can deceive themselves, but can't gods?"

When writing this sentence, Karen's pen tip hesitated slightly on the text, and finally drew a horizontal line on the text, but did not add the second and third lines, and did not add this Words are smeared out.

Continue to write:

"God will cover your eyes and tell you that there is a cliff in front of you;

God will cover your ears and tell you that ghosts around you are roaring;

God will erase your limbs and tell you that you are lonely, you are hesitating, and you are helpless;

God will make you cry because he has a handkerchief for wiping tears in his hand;

God will guide the lost you in the right direction, but never tell you that you are actually on the right path;

If you are born, tell you that the sky is dark, the grass is blue, and the clouds are red;

Then, in your cognition, the sky is black, the grass is blue, and the cloud is red.

You are right because you would say that the sky and the sea are the same color, the grass and the shade are the same color, and the clouds and the white sand are the same color.

Therefore, God is not wrong.

When you choose to believe in and worship God,

God is supreme. "

Karen stopped writing, and after a while, went on to write:

"God, why do you lie?"

"God, what are you afraid of?"

"God, is it the so-called'God'?"

Suddenly,

The tip of the pen began to tremble,

It's not because the pen is shaking, but Karen's hand is shaking, and Karen's teeth are also shaking.

He started to breathe deeply,

But the deeper the breath, the heavier the feeling of exhaustion;

he knows,

I need to rest, I really need rest.

But Karen still gritted her teeth, pressed her trembling wrist, and wrote the last sentence:

"After I become a god, no one is allowed to walk the same way as me?"

After writing,

Close the notebook,

Leave the pen,

Karen fell asleep on the side of his head.

"How is Master Karen?" Old Anderson asked Eunice who came downstairs.

"He needs a rest, everything else is fine."

"Oh, that's good." Old Anderson was a little puzzled, "Young Master's body, how does it feel..."

"I think it may be because the young master helped me to treat my body that he was overdrawn." Mike, who was sitting in the wheelchair, said guiltily.

Mr. Bader said: "It should be so."

"In short, the young master's body must be taken care of, Eunice, you have to spend a lot of money." Old Anderson asked.

"Yes, grandpa."

"Well, keep busy everyone, there can be no delays in the funeral."

"Okay, father."

After everyone dispersed, Eunice caught up with her father.

"Father."

"What's wrong?"

"Karen asked me to give you this paint."

"Oh, paint?"

Bader took the paint from his daughter. The moment he held it in his hand, his body shook slightly, but he still supported it and said calmly:

"When Master Karen wakes up, I will personally thank him."

"He wants his father to help him paint a picture. I think this paint should be a reward."

"Oh, yes, I know, of course it's okay. By the way, you need to work hard to go to the maid butler to see how they have packed their silverware."

"I see, father."

After watching his daughter walk away, Mr. Bader hurriedly walked into the basement holding the paint, opened the door of his studio with the key, and then immediately locked it again.

The servants in the house, even family members, would not actually enter his studio, but the lock was not to prevent outsiders from entering, but to give himself a psychological hint.

Bader sat down in front of the blank easel, twisted the paint in his hand, and began to match colors on the paint tray. After preparation, he immediately began to paint.

He paints very fast, almost without thinking and without pause. It is better to say that he is washing out the "negative" in his mind rather than painting.

soon,

The picture began to show up gradually.

Allen Castle, a quaint and atmospheric building;

The focus and the main point of view are at the door and on the steps, sitting a blond young man who seems to be napping, but his expression is struggling and painful;

Before and after the young man, stood a person to protect him.

With the deepening of the painting, the image of each character began to become clear. This is actually the perspective of Mr. Bede who stood there before.

Karen sat on the steps to "Enlighten" and other people standing around.

Even the servants who were busy in the distance, and even the cat and the dog in the corner were drawn in by Mr. Bede.

When the painting reached this point, Mr. Bader put down his paintbrush and stood up;

He started walking back and forth in front of the easel nervously, and even began to bite his nails.

"What's changed, what's wrong, what shouldn't, what's wrong."

Mr. Bader started talking to himself, as if he had fallen into some kind of hysteria.

Suddenly,

He walked to a painting covered by a white cloth and lifted the white cloth.

In this painting, Ellen Manor is also painted, but the sky is bloody, and the bottom is completely dark.

In the manor, many people fell to the ground, showing pain and wailing. At the windows, many people wanted to escape, but were dragged back by something inexplicable.

This is a human tragedy, no, it is the tragedy of Allen Manor.

Behind the old castle in the painting, there is a dark shadow that stretches out. It is not clear what it is, but it gives people a weird sense of depression.

It is very tall and very long, and it can be seen that the black vine-like existences are constantly extending, like the tentacles of the devil, capturing their own supplies.

In the black mist, a few human faces that had been almost submerged could still be vaguely seen.

When he saw this painting, Mr. Bader was not nervous, his complexion calmed down, and his breathing began to become even faster.

In fact, every painting in the studio has not been signed, because Mr. Bader did not plan to hold his own private exhibition, so naturally there will be no such thing as a stamp.

But on each piece of white cloth, the date is marked with a pen in the corner.

And this painting of "The Tragedy of Allen Manor" was created a year ago.

"Ha ha ha ha ha……"

A smile suddenly appeared on Mr. Bader's face, and he seemed very satisfied with the painting.

Then, while smiling, he walked to another painting next to him and lifted the white cloth on it.

In the painting, it is still the scene in Allen Manor. Everything is normal. People in the painting are walking and talking and laughing, which is the daily life of Allen Manor.

The smile on Mr. Bader's face began to gradually disappear, but he was still holding on to the smile, which can be clearly felt, he smiled reluctantly.

Immediately afterwards,

Mr. Bader walked to the wall and tore off the white cloth on it. It was a picture of Linda summoning the wall **** Raelsa.

"Uhhhhh..."

Some strange noises began to appear in Mr. Bader's throat, and he began to lose control of his hands dancing, showing a strange excitement.

This state lasted for a long time,

He opened another painting again. This painting was placed in the corner of the huge studio, and the white cloth was opened. Inside was a study room, a very ordinary study room;

A desk with no one behind;

But there should be someone, because the lid of the teacup is suspended in the air and the pen is also standing.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!!"

Mr. Bader opened his mouth and yelled at the painting.

"He lied to you, he lied to you!"

Mr. Bader began to yell.

"He lied to you, he lied to you!"

Mr. Bader raised the easel and fell to the ground violently.

The easel fell apart, but the drawing paper fell.

"He just lied to you, lied to you!"

Mr. Bader knelt down in front of the painting, clutching it tightly with both hands, as if he wanted to tear it apart, but restrained it.

"You have taken a detour. This is the doom of your family. Even if you already know it, you should choose to watch silently.

It's like the changes in the four seasons of the year. You don't have to regret your emerald departure, you don't have to rejoice in Xia Yan's long journey, let alone nostalgia for the richness of autumn, and you don't have to escape the cold of winter;

You care, you don't care, they will come;

If you block or don't block, they will still go.

You should come out, stand outside, watch it, admire it, and...praise it!

When you no longer have fetters in your heart, your perspective, your brush, can present the purest things!

You actually know all these things, don't you? "

Mr. Bader tilted his head and held up the picture of the study.

"You have gone the wrong way. You are actually trying to seek help from others in order to avoid the doom of the family.

He promised you,

But you see,

What has changed?

Why don't you sit back and continue to finish the painting that has not been finished just now?

Do you dare?

When you pick up the paintbrush, you should have no fear, you should finish your painting in the most realistic way!

Instead of escaping! "

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Mr. Bader dropped the painting in front of him, and then began to madly kick the easels in the studio one by one.

finally,

The painting he had painted after entering the studio was overturned, and part of the paint on the palette was poured onto the painting.

There are mainly two colors, one is black and the other is red.

The black color completely fell on Karen in the painting, completely covering his body, and then, the original splash and the black spreading on itself, like black vines, connected to Karen's side. Every role.

The red color was scattered on a large area, dyeing everyone except Karen's pitch black.

Mr. Bader looked at the painting in a daze.

He didn't intend to complete it, but it was done again.

It looked like a **** tree growing out of Karen. Its vines pierced everyone present. Mr. Bede lowered his head and found that his chest was also stained with the previously splashed paint;

Red represents blood and symbolizes death.

"Do you think he really wants to help the Allen family? No, he just made the Allen family a sacrifice for his own grandson, hahahahahahahaha!"

"Only you are still naively trusting him, thinking that he can bring the Allen family a chance to eliminate disasters, look at the present, look at the present!"

"The original disaster is destined to happen, but the beneficiaries have changed."

"But a sacrifice, it's still a sacrifice after all!"

Mr. Bader knelt down in front of the painting, his eyes dull.

The paintings he opened earlier, if arranged according to the dates on the white cloth, should be from front to back:

"Allen Manor Tragedy", "Study", "Linda Summons the Wall God", "Allen Manor Everyday", and finally, this one just finished in front of me.

"This is a doomed disaster. This is an opportunity God gives you to grow and make progress, so that you can have God's vision and courage to appreciate the true scenery of this world!

You have violated God's will, but God will forgive you, because she has given you a second chance, you should seize this...Huh? how is this possible! "

On the remaining paint in the palette, a silver-white spot of light began to flow. This spot of light was beautiful and pure. The black that had been stained on Mr. Bader's chest also began to turn into light and dust, as if... Ashes.

At the same time, in the painting in front of me, the puddle of black that was finally splashed on is melting rapidly, no, it is evaporating.

Karen, who was originally covered by the thick black, gradually became clear again.

After the black in the center was almost evaporated, the black "vines" that extended from Karen's position also began to evaporate, because this black pattern happened to affect everyone, so when the black was evaporated down, , The red on everyone's body was also taken along and started to evaporate~www.mtlnovel.com~ In the end, the red on everyone's body disappeared very cleanly, and the red on the surrounding scenes also faded a lot at this time. , Creating an atmosphere like sunset.

Mr. Bader closed his eyes and opened them slowly, the previous madness and hysteria almost completely disappeared, replaced by a kind of calmness.

In my mind, the scene in the study and the old man sitting behind the desk emerged;

And his gaze fell on the young man who was receiving divine enlightenment in the painting, but his expression was very painful;

finally,

He squeezed his chapped and bleeding lips,

Murmured:

"God, don't you make mistakes?"

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Chapter end

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