People with extreme beliefs sometimes have difficulty in understanding their minds, because normal people would never think that someone would have that kind of thought. Perhaps in Sophia's view, even the fallen angel should be high above, and she spied the legend as a mortal, depicting the next picture of the seven fallen angels.

So if her oil painting model shows her interest in her painting process. It was as if it ruined everything she imagined, because the fallen angel who was really high above him should not have any feelings for her. Perhaps it was Adam Sugerman's bias towards Sophia that became his lifeline.

I looked at Sophia's hand that stretched out in front of me, thought for a while but stood up and turned to look at Abid. At this moment he was also frowning at me, his expression of suppressed patience seemed to be waiting for my decision.

"Mr. Abid, although I don't know what happened to you, it seems that the atmosphere is not so good today." I acted in a clueless manner, but the body language made me believe and depend more on Abid feel. "Or I'll come again someday."

Then I saw Abid's eyebrows loosen, and when he turned to look at Sophia, he looked very happy. Because he felt that he had finally won in this toy grab game.

I also turned my head to see that Sophia didn't seem to take back her outstretched hand, but there was no more anger on her face, but it was more like ‘I had expected it to be like this’. Without waiting for more speculation from me, Abid's phone suddenly rang.

Abide, who was originally in a quarrel, didn't want to listen to it, but in Sofia, he smiled and said, "You'd better take the call one by one." Later, he had to talk to the other side of the phone. The cause raises concerns.

As Abid's face grew heavier after the call was connected, and the smile on Sophia's mouth became wider, I knew that Abid had lost the favor in this confrontation again. With some preparation, Abid seems to be caught in a design plagiarism storm. His studio asked him to rush back to deal with it immediately and present evidence to the prosecutor.

"You actually falsely complained about my design plagiarism ?!" Abide's face flushed with redness, and the blue veins on his neck showed. "How dare you ... how dare you do this !!!"

"Isn't it worrying that you will ruin my creation again today?" Sophia's expression was calm compared to Abid's anger. "On the thirteenth of last month, it was when I was finalizing the draft. It turned out that Adam Sugman had no similarities to the real fallen angel Anil in my imagination except for his hair. . "

"So, I don't want to miss another month this time." Sophia spread his hands and said, "In order to fit the theme, my creation must be completed on the 13th of each month. If you want to make trouble on this day, I can only find something else for you to do. Bye. "

Then she turned to me and said, "Come with me, Brian. This time Abid is going to do his thing, so you don't have to worry that we will continue to quarrel and make the atmosphere awkward. And finish it earlier You can also go back early, don't you? "After that, she smiled slightly and looked strange, so she turned around and walked towards the studio.

I was hesitating whether I would continue to choose to refuse, and followed Abid back to the city. After I returned, I discussed with Dillon. But according to the current situation, even if I go back and want to call the police to say that Sophia might have killed Adam Sugerman, it is impossible. At that time we will only suffer from the fact that we cannot open a case without evidence.

There is no case without a corpse, and the sentence Sheriff Harry gave to Dexter applies to all local police stations. If the police suspect that this person has killed someone, they will start investigating a homicide case. It is not known how much manpower and material resources will be wasted.

So it's all here, and when it's so close to the truth, I can't pull away. Rejecting Abid's offer to take me back to the city, I chose to follow Sophia into her studio. A three-story exterior wall and zenith are made of transparent glass, and they have a perfect 'outdoor' studio.

In addition to the messy painting tools and oil paints in the center of the studio, it is a drawing board with a height of about 2 meters on one side that can draw models such as models. The white canvas was already prepared on the drawing board, and the place opposite the glass wall was already prepared. Medieval jars and vessels filled with fresh fruits such as red wine and grape apples.

After Abid's departure, Sophia was talking with me while drinking and talking, and I was about to pose and rest. The fastest rest every hour is because she is lying on her side in the furnishings, so if she can keep her posture longer, it will help her complete the outline faster.

After communicating with her, I have already had three glasses of white wine. I feel the temperature on my face is a little hot, and I think it is alcohol. But Sophia said she didn't mind, she prefers my relaxed state now.

"I can see that you have taken care of your hair very well, and we don't need to put extra effort on it. After you are ready, you can take off your clothes and walk over. I will adjust the proper posture for you first. Tell me if you're uncomfortable. "Sophia shook her goblet with some wine left. Because the wine in the glass is not empty, it is considered a ritual act.

She put the wine glass on the table near the easel, then stood there with her hands around her chest and looked at me in a wait. "The best pose is comfortable for you. I don't want to be questioned if it looks natural after the drawing is made."

"Of course, Ms. Sophia." A smile arose from the corner of my mouth, seemingly obedient. But inside, I couldn't help but have a kind of resentment against her. This woman is more dominant than Abid, and doesn't care about the type of feeling each other has. And I've never been the kind of person who is willing to fall behind in communication.

Under Sofia's gaze, I smiled naturally and took off my clothes one by one, until at last there was no trace of body. Then she went barefoot into her pre-arranged scenery, moving slowly and looking very laid back. In the emptiness of these movements, Yu Guang from the corner of my eye has been watching her expression all the time.

Sure enough, as I walked into her set, the expression on her face also became abnormally red because of excitement and excitement. Nature's hands on both sides seemed to hold something in the void. If Abid is at work, the sense of commitment is still under the rational management, Sofia has completely changed his personality after entering the state.

As the carrier of the seventh fallen angel Anil in her imagination, I was also the last missing part of the picture she constructed, and now it fills her fantasy picture. As long as I continue to maintain this state, and when she completely loses herself in the illusion in her mind, I can definitely catch her clues related to the disappearance of Adam Sugman.

"Is this posture okay, Sophia?" Lie on the ground with only a thin layer of silk spreading out as a backdrop, and relax with one hand behind your head. After entering the set, I omitted her honorable title without her knowing it. Because angels always look down at humans from the top down, don't they?

"Very good, my Anil." Sophia replied with a blindfolded expression on her face, her hand touching her face, and a bit nervously biting her fingernails on her little thumb. "How relaxed and relaxed you look, if you can make the picture more tempting, it will be more charming."

"Of course, it's not that vulgar temptation." She explained quickly, "Anil has the power to guide the mortal to fall, he taught the human valley to look forward to, but he dismissed it. How proud and elegant Soul, tempted everyone's heart, and then crushed them ... "

Did she still ask her oil painting model to perform some emotional performances? It seems that Abid can't help but say that the nature Sophia demands is not completely natural. She asked that the model only use the most natural acting skills to show that an angel that she imagined appeared in a general picture.

The person Sophia now seems to me like a contradictory aggregate. In front of outsiders, he behaves like an indifferent and unemotional strongwoman, but he tends to be crazy artists when painting. Sometimes what she said herself sometimes contradicted herself. For example, after asking the model to be as natural as possible, they changed to show some emotion instead of letting it go.

I thought a few thoughts in my mind, and finally chose to pull the white silk on one side of the set, with an angle covering my legs, half-supported upper body leaning forward, leaning towards Sophia, my eyes stopped looking A place of nothingness, but if she wants nothing to surround her. An atmosphere of refusal and welcome, I think this is the performance of Anil she wants.

"Yes, yes!" Sophia smiled with satisfaction and patted her hands gently, and then quickly walked to the drawing board and picked up her brush. "Keep this look, let me record you. You will be the most perfect Anil!"

As time passed by a minute and a second, I kept this posture that required arm strength to support the body for a long time, knowing that my upper body was a little numb because of poor blood flow, and I had to say, "Sophia, I can Have you rested? Isn't this posture too comfortable? "

When she was called for the first time, she did not respond but was still completely immersed in her own world. The pencils with sketches and outlines were still oscillating. It wasn't until I called out several times in a row that she noticed that I was talking when she looked up.

"Sofia, can I take a break?" I motioned, moving my right hand that supported my upper body.

"Of course ..." There was a stern smile on her face, and she nodded again and again. Then I looked at her and looked down at the watch on her wrist. "It's been an hour and a half, and you can rest for fifteen minutes. Is that enough?"

"Enough is enough. I just want to let this hand rest." I sat up and shook my hand, and then stood up to move my body, and used a conversation in her conversation.

But Sofia suddenly yelled, "Don't stand up! You have to stay there when you rest! Otherwise my inspiration will disappear. You are the carrier of Anil and cannot leave halfway through my record! Her voice screamed very harshly, and suddenly made me move. The hand that had been prepared to stand on the ground loosened, and sat back again.

If I were to say that, Sophia's appearance was not just strange under normal circumstances. When she paints, her series of performances are like sleepwalking with her eyes open. Is she actually hiding well in normal times, but there are signs of schizophrenia inside? 2k novel reading network