Vermilion, Titanium White, Violet, Ultramarine, Rose, Light Green…

In an instant, as if the kaleidoscope was broken, gorgeous colors overflowed, engulfing Huai Shi like a waterfall. When that torrent passed, everything changed.

The ground is dark, the walls are pale, and the dome is far from the limit.

There is a pungent smell of various oils and colors in the air, but when the countless smells are intertwined in one place, there is a faintly changing fragrance.

And above the earth, there are towering easels.

Cover with a damp cloth.

Remnants of various colors and work remain on the ground.

This is a...

"Studio?" Huai Shi raised her eyebrows.

"Ah, yes, my workplace."

On the high chair, Giselle was wearing a linen overalls dyed with various residual colors, and looked at Huai Shi: "It's just a trick of the doomsday painter... How do you feel?"

"It's nice to be able to enter the work environment anytime, anywhere, and you must love painting."

Huai Shi appreciated the answer.

"Unfortunately, art doesn't love me alone, and sometimes it's too stingy. So I can't tell whether it's love or hate.

All I can say is, half right. "

Gisele sighed helplessly: "It is said that art is always connected, but to be honest, I don't like music at all. To be exact, I hate music."

"I like quietness. I need quietness. Quietness can make me relax, Mr. Huaishi." Giselle said, "Even the most pleasant melody, when I work, it can only feel noisy and annoying."

"Understandable." Huai Shi indifferently spread his hands: "Everyone has their own preferences, and this kind of thing cannot be forced."

"Yeah, such a simple truth, but Francisco couldn't understand it."

Giselle sighed helplessly: "That guy always likes to come over and be annoying when people are working.

It's not calling to borrow money, or running over to hide from the creditor, or asking someone to drink because of a brokenheartedness, or just looking for something to do.

If you ignore him, he'll start singing, dancing, and playing his broken accordion!

Fuck the accordion! "

"Didn't you beat him?" Huai Shi was curious.

"Beat, but it's no use."

Giselle shrugged, "So, I can only... think of another way."

As she spoke, she lifted the brush beside her, dipped it in oil paint, and swayed it casually from the air, outlining a vague outline of some kind.

Is that a... picture frame? !

"It's time for work, Mr. Huaishi."

She said: "Now, please let the world be quiet!"

At that moment, the world was silent.

Friction, collision, vibration, tremor... everything disappeared without a trace, even the sound of heartbeat, blood flow, breathing, everything disappeared.

Jiyi seemed to disappear without a trace in an instant.

Huai Shi felt like she was thrown into a vacuum.

But at that moment, behind him, in the frame of an unfinished oil painting, the wet cloth was quietly lifted to a corner, and the strange appearance of the monster below appeared faintly.

A strange claw shot out from it, and the arm bones stretched out, stabbing Huai Shi's back.

Huai Shi was at a loss.

It was not until the moment when the paw touched his clothes that the attack that was so close at hand finally appeared in his perception.

Step forward without thinking.

From mid-air, Huai Shi turned around, the flame of the Axe of Wrath in his hand emerged, slash!

collapse!

Huai Shi flew out, vomited blood, and fell to the ground.

There was a tear in the abdomen, and blood spurted out.

Stiff in place.

Can't move.

He wanted to widen his eyes, but he couldn't even do the most basic movements.

what the hell?

Soon, the rigidity that lasted for a full second disappeared without a trace, the claws evaporated silently and disappeared, and only the slightly tugged wet cloth proved what happened just now.

"As I said, I hate noise."

Giselle held her chin and looked at his appearance: "This is not a killer move that you deliberately researched, in fact, I never expected that one day I would use this move against you.

To blame, blame that guy Francisco for being so annoying. "

noisy?

Huai Shi got up from the ground, felt the faint shackles, and his mind changed, recalling everything that had just happened, and finally couldn't help but shuddered slightly.

"Looks like you want to understand?"

Gisele smiled: "I spent a lot of time trying to make a studio—still noisy, keep quiet, and of course, forbidden to play."

"Including how you play," she said.

Grass!

Huai Shi's eyes darkened.

This déjà vu feeling made him want to shiver.

Why are both of them targeting my playing method! ?

No wonder Francisco didn't even think about joining forces with her. Once her studio was launched, her teammates were abolished first.

In an instant, his hair felt a faint touch.

A subconscious roll, followed by getting up from the ground, suddenly changing position - and then, again, frozen in place. Only to see black shadows coming.

A punch hit him in the face.

The sharp edges and corners tore a sharp wound, and the blood flowed non-stop.

He tumbled on the ground, panting.

Once again, I was forced to freeze for a second!

Once the rhythm is formed, it will be forcibly suppressed by the power of the studio, completely cutting off the performance that has not started, and making the playing method stillborn.

"Here, a total of ninety-one pieces of my works have been preserved, all of which are based on my soul and drawn from various inspirations from the abyss.

They are the backbone of this studio, and seem to be seen as part of my soul, not shielded by the Pioneers. That is to say, at least ninety-two of my souls are refusing to play, denying all noise.

Purely in terms of 'weight', you have no chance of resistance.

Even I can't change the rules here.

It's fair to say that we have the same constraints. "

Giselle spread her hands and looked at the embarrassed Huai Shi: "Please admit defeat, Mr. Huai Shi, I don't want to cause you any harm - as you can see, I'm just someone who wants to spend a little more on the budget and spend a few days. Just a wandering painter."

"You must have a good relationship with Francisco, right?" Huai Shi suddenly said.

"..."

Giselle was stunned for a moment, then frowned: "Is this the time to talk about this kind of thing?"

"No, it just suddenly felt like, you see, even if that guy was so annoying to you, you never thought about kicking him out of your studio, did you?"

Huai Shi laughed: "No matter how frantic and impatient he was at work, he was always restrained and patient, and he never thought about letting the other party disappear.

He must be very important to you. "

"Nothing to do with you!"

Giselle's expression gradually gloomy: "I respect you enough, Mr. Huaishi, don't point fingers at others, right?"

"No, I don't see respect, I only see pity."

Huai Shi stretched out his hand, wiped the blood on his face, and asked suspiciously, "Are you keeping your hand from me, Giselle? Or, do you think you have such qualifications?"

He stood on the spot, and once again, gestured towards Giselle.

Take a deep breath.

"Simply, beyond my own power—"

The smile on his face and the softness in his pupils disappeared silently, and instead, there was only a contemptuous darkness that reflected Giselle's face indifferently.

Creepy to her.

That look...

Just looking at it made her feel cold all over.

After giving up etiquette and friendliness, she finally reminded her what kind of monster her opponent was.

I realized my own ignorance and ridiculousness.

"I understand."

The painter of doomsday took a deep breath without hesitation: "As you wish, I will do my best!"

At that moment, a loud bang burst out!

Huai poetry advances.

One step, across a long distance, once again close at hand, attacking without thinking.

Deliberately cut off his own rhythm, suppressing the instinct of playing.

In the most stereotypical way, throw a punch!

But there was no sense of hitting anything.

After the punch was thrown, he realized that the real Giselle was still several meters away.

And what he just attacked was just a phantom.

No, not even phantoms exist.

It's just that I looked in the wrong place in the first place!

"Visual deception?"

Those classic false three-dimensional paintings appeared in his mind, and he suddenly realized.

"It's just a simple distortion of the perspective relationship."

Giselle raised her finger and pointed to her own eyes: "People's eyes are easy to be deceived, but people trust their eyes too much - the so-called painting is such a 'deception'."

Abandoning common sense, weaving structure, reorganizing perspective, using light and shade as a lie, focusing on the cold and warm colors, deconstruction and reconstruction of self-intuition and anti-common sense.

Finally, the illusion of three-dimensionality emerges from the plane.

"Art is to dismember reality, Mr. Huaishi!"

At that moment, along with Giselle's words, all the fabrics covering the frame fell off and opened, revealing the paintings behind them.

It's hard to describe what it was like.

None of them are objects and creatures that exist in reality.

Twisted tables and chairs, an upside-down world, wriggling figures, no strange figures, the earth and sky that dissolve and twist in the color change...

It is clear that many traces from reality can be found in it, but in the end, the moment when everything is combined has been separated from ordinary people's cognition.

Crazy? Or sane?

indistinguishable.

It is impossible to imagine what kind of perspective to use to observe such a strange and abstract world.

Huai Shi did not want to see it.

But he had no choice.

At the moment when the cloth was unveiled, he had already seen everything.

In other words, all the portraits, works, and paintings have all come to life, rushing into his eyes, occupying his sight, pupils, consciousness, and even thinking.

Look at me! Look at me! Look at me! Look at me! Look at me! ! ! !

They are screaming, in their own souls.

This is also a limitation in the studio!

Quit the noise and focus on appreciation.

Mandatory, let people fully appreciate everything in front of them, and incorporate the paintings full of madness and pollution into the soul...

Unfortunately, he realized it too late.

Now, after hearing and perception, the remaining vision has also fallen, and even reason and thinking have been slowing down rapidly, since the countless dissociation scenes, strange paintings and madness that fill it.

This guy……

From that moment, in the sluggish thinking, what emerged was admiration for Giselle.

For the sake of art, what have you turned yourself into?

"This is my limitation, Mr. Huaishi."

Giselle sighed softly: "Reality has limits, no, it should be said, I have limits. There are too many backs ahead, and I am no longer able to climb."

"So, I chose... surrealism."

"Now, please witness."

"The art I dedicate myself to," she said.

Across the frame-like outline drawn by herself, Giselle untied the last restraint and disguise on her soul and body. From that moment, the face of an ordinary person was also detached from her body.

Multiplying, changing, peeling, dissolving, long hair extending, burning, face curved, pupils left with tears, mouth serpentine, oil paint between eyebrows, fingers clenching abstract curved brushes or something Weird silhouette.

It seems like the back of the person who is chasing in pain, and it is like a burnt wreckage.

A strange thing that is lost and wandering on the long road covered with fog, but never stops.

This is herself.

A work composed of oneself as the material.

self-portrait.

- "Aesthetics and the Ugly Me"!

No sound, no breath, not even wind.

The weird monster has broken through the shackles of space, and the brush in his hand dipped in scarlet paint is swept out towards Huai Shi's face. In the sinuous scarlet place, everything fell apart under the revision of the doomsday painter, and turned into a kind of superiority. A strange look on reality.

However, at that moment, her movements stagnated in place.

sluggish.

dodge?

Incomprehensible, Huai Shi's action just now.

In the studio, all of my paintings and revisions are logical, but why did they fall into other places?

Missed!

Then, she realized that Huai Shi was close at hand.

And his, closed eyes.

Can't understand how he escaped.

"Intuition, of course intuition."

Huai Shi smiled: "My intuition is very clever."

If everything will get into the eyes, then why don't I just not see it?

Just, close your eyes.

Give up vision.

Approach everything intuitively.

"Art, even with the body, can be felt, Mr. Huaishi." Giselle said coldly, "Close your eyes, nothing can be solved."

In the entire studio, all the picture frames vibrated violently.

The existence of nothingness broke through the shackles, and the monster constructed by the oil paint crawled out from it, turned into a terrifying torrent that blocked all directions, and shrank inward.

Madly, he attacked Huai Shi.

In just an instant, his arm was torn apart, almost breaking at the root.

Too much offense.

Only reacting at the moment of contact is not enough to avoid all attacks, but even so, Huai Shi is still calm, his face sinking like water.

dodge from it.

Restrains the instinct to play.

"Actually, the same restrictions I have encountered..."

During the siege, Huai Shi was constantly attacked, leaving scars one after another.

But the words remained calm and steady.

Reminiscing once again, the limitations encountered on Helios.

The battlefield where all performances are forbidden.

It was the first time that Huai Shi encountered restrictions on his own playing style, and swallowed the bitter fruit of defeat in embarrassment.

Even if it was a complete victory in the end, this shame is still in my heart.

"So, I once asked my senior sister for advice."

Huai Shi smiled and said to her, "What if one day the playing method is targeted?"

"She said, it's very simple."

"Wouldn't it be good to just forget how to play for a while?"

At that time, Luo Xian answered in a puzzled way: "Let's find another way."

"This... it's totally impossible!"

Huai Shi was helpless.

"Can't do it, it's because your requirements are too high. It's not that you can't forget it."

Luo Xian looked at him, and without further explanation, she already understood the crux of the problem and gave a solution: "If you can't do it, then forget more things."

"You don't have to do anything, you don't have to remember anything," she said.

"As long as you don't do anything."

Forget about the art of playing.

If you can't forget it, then forget more and give up more.

Forget about breathing, heartbeat, tactics, and thinking.

discard all.

After abandoning music and ideals, the thing called Huai Shi disappeared into chaos, and what was left was only instinct.

Residual instinct.

The instincts of creatures, monsters and destroyers!

Then, start over.

"Do not worry."

At that moment, Huai Shi closed his eyes and said softly, "It won't make you suffer for too long."

"It will be over soon," he promised.

At that moment, the tightly closed eyes opened again.

It's pitch black.

All that was left was... a shocking scarlet.

From the blood-stained handsome face, the corners of his mouth slowly opened, he opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and a hollow smile emerged.

Seeing everything that keeps digging into his consciousness.

No resistance.

And from that scarlet, what ignited was a flame full of joy and madness.

In a nutshell, it might even be called love!

But it was this kind of unthinking admiration that made Rissel tremble, involuntarily wanting to scream.

He is so in love with the world in front of him.

There is only one way to express love—

The most straightforward, the cruelest, the coldest, the destruction!

boom!

It was obvious that all the noisy studio was still, but from that moment, the hallucinatory loud noise filled Giselle's consciousness, shaking her soul.

Just in front of Huai Shi, an abstract face composed of countless butterflies and worms silently exploded into a cloud of turbid paint.

Self-centered, completely torn apart.

With both hands, cruel dissociation!

Next, next.

After abandoning music, abandoning performance, and abandoning reason, only monsters with destructive desires and killing instincts are freed from their cages.

So greedily admiring the art in front of him.

Then, in the most straightforward way possible, offer your appreciation!

destroy!

boom!

The cetacean creatures that sailed like a sailboat in the sea of ​​eyes neighed in pain, under his trampling, in his laughter. The brutal destruction begins.

Drummer, Yubu, overrun.

The thunderbolts and the sky collapses that flow through the clouds and waters freely vent this destructive power, even if their own limbs are also shocking, shattering, and twisting.

The moment when he looked at Giselle across countless oil painting monsters.

On the shattered and twisted face, the eyes of the monster named Huai Shi shone with excitement.

grin.

At that moment, Gisele's heart already understood.

Victory and defeat!

.

.

For others, the fight between the two is so tedious and unremarkable.

Just when Giselle dropped the drawing kit, the moment the two looked at each other, they both stiffened in place.

Not a word.

It's like the soul has left the body.

After that, Ai Qing and Francisco saw that Huai Shi continued to have cracks and wounds one after another, twitched violently, and fell to his knees.

And Giselle, sweating profusely.

But soon, Huai Shi's injury began to get more and more serious, and blood flowed out and spread. And Giselle's face became paler and paler, until finally, a fist mark appeared on her face.

Then, another one.

again!

His arms were twisted and broken from the screams, his spine was broken invisibly, his skull was broken, his eyeballs were detached from their sockets, and his face was twisted.

And then, trample! throw! Twist! Every inch was torn apart, disintegrated...

Until the last moment, she screamed mournfully, and finally, escaped from her studio.

back to reality.

Trembling, ignoring her injuries, she struggled to wriggle behind her, screaming like a cry, and as the color of the oil painting overflowed from the wound, her injuries quickly recovered.

But his expression became more and more distorted.

Looking at Huai Shi, who seemed to be sleeping, she twitched in horror and trembled violently.

"monster!"

She growled out of control, "You **** monster!!!"

And Huai Shi seemed to have finally woken up from a dream.

Raise your pupils.

Looking down at the heavy wounds on his body, he didn't care, just smiled slightly, raised his broken face, and looked at her: "Looks like, I won."

Giselle's face was pale, she wanted to say something, but she gritted her teeth, but she didn't have the courage.

Only Francisco sighed.

"Yes."

"You won," he said.

Huai Shi nodded: "So, continue?"

Francisco was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and sighed silently.

Finally, he looked at his companion: "Giselle, help him heal."

"Are you crazy?!"

The doomsday artist was shocked and lost his voice.

"I said, help him treat."

Francisco repeated it, with a complicated expression: "Indeed, I have an advantage in starting a new round now. But that's not fair, is it?"

Giselle didn't speak.

"Didn't we already agree?" Francisco looked at her: "Since we are going to fight, I am willing to admit defeat. I don't want any regrets."

"..."

In the silence, Giselle did not speak again.

Gritting his teeth, he got up from the ground, restrained the fear in his heart, moved to Huai Shi step by step, and took out his paintbrush from the painting kit.

Casually, stained with Huai Shi's blood, sketched from his body.

The action is fast.

Sketch, start.

Under the control of those dexterous palms, new textures and bones were redrawn, the wounds were covered with blood-colored paint, and new parts were created again.

In just a few minutes, Huai Shi's heavy injury had disappeared without a trace.

Even the broken clothes on his body have been restored.

"Thank you." He thanked him gratefully.

Giselle snorted coldly, ignored him, and turned to leave.

And just in place, Huai Shi moved his body back to its original state, hesitated for a while, and continued: "I'm sorry for leaving you with bad memories.

But in fact, there is an easier way. "

Huai Shi said embarrassedly: "But I don't think it's good, it's too disrespectful to people, so..."

"you--"

Giselle was furious, looking back and glaring: "How long do you want to humiliate me?!"

"Okay okay, my fault."

Huai Shi raised his hand and surrendered, without any impatience: "Since you are not convinced, you can do it again, how about it? I promise not to use such a scary way, and it will not cause you any harm."

He paused and looked into Giselle's eyes: "But if you lose this time, you should be convinced?"

Giselle was silent.

Hesitating, struggling.

"Don't worry, even if you lose again, it doesn't count, it's just a demonstration." Huai Shi added: "Besides, you are not reconciled to your art being defeated in such a rude way, right?"

Giselle hesitated for a long time, then nodded slowly.

"Come again?"

Huai Shi smiled and stretched out his hand.

After a long hesitation, Giselle took his hand.

At that moment, in the midst of the oil paint change, the studio started again.

This time, without giving Huai Shi any chance, all the paintings were realized in an instant, Gisele untied the bondage, and mercilessly launched a fierce attack on Huai Shi.

And Huai Shi, just stood there.

Let everything in front of you keep getting into your eyes.

Only ~lightnovelpub.net~ bit his finger.

On his white shirt, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and wrote one character after another...

When the scene reflected in Giselle's eyes, she couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.

But even if she didn't care at all, those characters kept getting into her eyes, causing her to read out involuntarily: "Akai coolie... monkey... monkey run?"

What is this-

Snapped!

At that moment, her body froze in place.

By the time he responded, it was too late.

Then, I saw the fist that stopped in front of my eyes.

"As you said."

Huai Shi smiled: "The restrictions are the same, aren't they?"

Therefore, the vulnerability will be so obvious!

It's so big that it's too embarrassing to not use it.

Since you choose to do it again.

Then I won't be a decent gentleman...

Now, Huai Shi stretched out her arms and began to take turns showing Gisele the characters written on her body.

From 'It's him, it's him', 'Ou Xi Kelp', 'Dada da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da in the northeast, 'a group of smurfs on the other side of the mountain', 'abcdefg', 'Ouba Jiangnan' style', 'ihavepen'...

If so, sing and dance in front of her.

Half an hour later, the studio finally disappeared without a trace. Gisele, like a walking corpse, walked out of it in a state of despair, and did not speak again.

He stared blankly at Francisco.

After a long time, I cried out loud.

She couldn't stop the circulation in her head at all.

Let him continue to play that broken accordion next time!

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