Conan: I Am Not a Snake Spirit

"Is it the man in the fire?"

Hiroshi Saito looked at the color blocks of the figure in the flames, "Compared to other delicate things and people, that figure is indeed much rougher, but it's okay to leave it like this, the overall fusion is very good, and it won't make people blur It looks abrupt, but it has a special charm, but if you insist on drawing the people in the fire, if you do not draw well, the whole painting will be ruined."

Chi Feichi lowered his head and took a sip of tea, "She is the main character and must be drawn."

Saito Hiroshi got up and picked up the teacup on the table, wanting to talk to Chi Feichi about his experience in appreciating many paintings, "The overall painting is fine, the painting will look crowded, and it won't be as artistic as it is now."

"I know." Chi Feichi replied.

Hiroshi Saito choked for a moment, and said helplessly, "Forget it, this is your painting, you can draw it however you want."

Chi Feichi gave an 'hmm', put down his teacup, and prepared to continue painting.

Hiroshi Saito followed with a teacup in his hand, his black and white eyes gradually filled with resentment.

The reaction is really cold, and the person is really willful, don't you plan to consider his suggestion at all?

After Chi Feichi adjusted his luster, he began to slowly draw the details of the figures in the fire.

Originally, he didn't plan to take care of Jiang Shenyuan's case. After Sakuragi's murder was exposed, because of the spirit of the three saints' dedication to quell resentment', coupled with the influence of Conan and others, he wholeheartedly pleaded guilty, and he didn't want to add anything. thing.

It's just that he can't stand it.

He would think of Diana's smiling face after running across the grass, the look in Diana's eyes when she held down the patient and poured medicine, hoping that the patient would get better, the brilliance in Diana's eyes when she called 'Bone' before she died, and Sandy's uneasiness. Immediately after getting out of the fire scene, the immature face that was about to pour medicine on someone, I thought of Sandy turning her head with a gentle smile and introducing him the new collections found for him, thinking of Sandy looking at the younger generation with kind eyes in the garden, thinking of Lawrence fleeing over the wall Falling in a panic, he got up and declared "I want to be free" with a stubborn expression on his face. He remembered Lawrence's firm and steady expression when he took over the responsibility of the patriarch, and remembered Lawrence's Fei Yang standing under the elder tree talking to himself and teasing him at an early age. looks……

Of course, I will also think of Becky's firm gaze when she looked up at the sky during the fire, and Phoebe's rare softened eyes when she leaned under the elderberry and whispered after she transformed herself step by step to be neither human nor ghost.

The memory will be pressed in his heart because he wants to clarify his current identity, but it is impossible to disappear.

His believers were slaughtered, and the family that accompanied him for many years was destroyed. Those people are still wearing the skin of benevolence and justice, erasing the history and glory of the Montgomery family.

So he couldn't stand it.

I can't stand Sakuragi Isao falling into the hands of the Holy See!

I can't stand Isao Sakuragi being accused in court of crimes that once ruined the reputation of the Holy See!

Hiroshi Saito watched the people in the fire in the painting being filled little by little, so he couldn't help but put down the teacup in his hand, and stood aside quietly watching.

It was a beautiful woman, even though her scorched hair was messily sticking to her face, even though her legs covered in flames were distorted, even though her face was blackened by smoke, the woman's slender figure and delicate face were faintly blurred in the flames. Appearing, it is even more beautiful like a witch covered in a mysterious black veil.

The woman's body was stained with blood, her head was leaning on the cross, and her hands were tightly bound on the burned cross.

Along with a pair of eyes looking up at the night sky was also drawn, the tenacious and calm brilliance in it was instantly shocking, and just that little brilliance dispelled all the previous strange feelings in an instant.

He originally thought that the person in the fire, the "protagonist" in Chi Feichi's mouth, should be struggling in pain or dying, but he didn't expect that the woman's eyes were firm and there seemed to be a trace of nostalgia, obviously there was no trace of sadness or depression on the woman's face , but he vaguely felt a bit of heavy sadness.

After finishing the last stroke, Chi Feichi continued to color and color.

Large areas of diluted dark color are painted on the corners of the canvas, the earth-colored houses seem to be gradually shrouded in night, and the backs of the surrounding crowd are also covered with dark gray brought by the dark night.

Hiroshi Saito instantly understood what Chi Feichi was thinking.

It's not that Chi Feichi doesn't know about the 'combination of virtual and real', but he doesn't intend to make the people in the fire a 'virtual', but let the background outside the canvas become the part of the 'virtual'.

Looking at the background, it should be Europe in the Middle Ages. The houses and grounds at night should not have too bright colors, so that they fit the background. It lacks novelty, but adds reality, and does not deprive the painting of its artistic sense. .

And in this way, the protagonist of the painting has become the woman in the middle who makes people feel shocked and filled with sadness, and the protagonists again are the warrior with a ferocious expression and the missionary with a compassionate expression.

Chi Feichi diluted the black paint until it was almost clear water, and painted it in a very messy and rough way, making the painting look like it had been destroyed by moisture.

Just wait for the paint to dry a bit, those traces become smoke and dust from the firewood, and the woman in the fire floats among the onlookers and houses, and also rushes up to the sky to connect with the black night sky, creating a terrifying scene out of thin air. oppressive atmosphere.

Saito Hiromi Chifeichi packed up the brushes and other painting utensils, knowing that the painting was finished, looking at the horrifying but solemn painting in front of him, recalling the little changes in the colorful painting just now in his mind , couldn't help reminding, "Aren't you going to leave a signature? If this painting is sold, it will definitely sell for a good price. I know you are not short of money, but this is also an amazing work. If you don't sign yourself It is a pity that it will be very troublesome if someone pretends to be the artist in the future."

"Many artists become famous after their death," Chi Feichi threw the brushes and painting tools into the bag, ready to go out and throw them away. "I don't want to have that kind of experience."

"Please, it's a good thing to be famous after death. Later generations can still remember you, so that you won't be forgotten after a few years of death. By the way, this is a medieval witch hunt, right? That..."

Saito Hiroshi thought that he had stood for more than an hour, moved two steps in place, moved his arms, his eyes stopped on the two missionaries in the painting, his face was startled, his hands were slowly lowered and then he clenched his fists .

In medieval witch hunts, those churches were the chief culprits, and when the female victim was in the fire, the two missionaries still looked sympathetic.

This is a satirical painting, which made him feel a little uncomfortable. Looking at the pervasive dark smoke and the woman's calm and tenacious expression, he felt a heavier sense of sadness.

After Chi Feichi packed his things, he looked up at Mrs. Wu Ya who was standing there frowning, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly feel that those two people are hateful, even more hateful than the witch-seeking general in front of them!" Saito Hiroshi looked at the two missionaries on the painting again, the more he looked at them, the more disgusted he became, and he decisively looked away, " By the way, who do you want me to give this painting to?"

"Actually, I'm looking for you for two things." Chi Feichi put the bag aside, walked back to the sofa and sat down, ready to drink the cold tea, and looked calmly at Saito Hiroshi who came over, " The first thing is that I hope you can give up the code name of the crow, and the second thing is to entrust you to help deliver the painting."

"Give up the code name of crow? What strange words are you talking about?" Saito Hiroshi suddenly laughed out loud, but his eyes were very serious. "Sorry, you don't understand what it means to me..."

"I understand." Chi Feichi interrupted.

Saito Hiroshi choked, a little speechless, "Hey, how could you know..."

"Blak forced rd private nginginthedarkofnight..."

Chi Feichi hummed the first half of the song softly.

The brisk song made Hiroshi Saito freeze in place, staring at Chi Feichi with an unsteady expression.

His parents had never done anything bad and ran the business cleanly, just because one day, in order to complete his mission, F forced to destroy everything his parents owned.

What did he do wrong again?

Before he was eight years old, he admired his father who was honest and trustworthy, who could tell the real treasure from the real and the fake, and his mother who was gentle and considerate, who could straighten out the things they messed up little by little.

He listened to his mother's words, to be honest and kind. After accidentally bumping into someone, he would seriously say 'I'm sorry', and after being taken care of and helped by someone, he would sincerely say 'thank you'. He even hated to see Others cry.

But after the pushy people entered their lives, he heard a lot of abuse against his father, and his father became a cunning and selfish person among those people. He had to leave school first, and he began to hate going out.

Afterwards, he was kidnapped and threatened again, and he waited in the small house day by day for F, who had said to protect them, to rescue him as soon as possible.

Yes, at that time, he was still willing to believe it, he believed what his father said, that Fuck was a better person than the police, and he also believed in the promise that Fb swore at the beginning.

In the end, he was released back, but he lost his mother forever, and he also lost his father who would hold him and laugh forever. The only thing who greeted him was a strange father who was confused, moody, and made him afraid and distressed. Lost identity.

And F forced those people, after discovering his father's decadent life, they only cared about covering up their own mistakes, and after his father's death, they even regarded the tragedy experienced by their family as a professional stain, and couldn't wait to use means to bury it.

He hated those people madly, but what could he do?

It was a power established by a country to serve a country, and he couldn't even find where the person in charge of the task was.

After his father passed away, he was still used to staying in a dark room, feeling at a loss about a person's future, and resenting what Fuck did. His mind was buzzing, as if he would die in the next second in that room.

Until one day, he heard someone walking past the window humming a brisk song.

[The black bird secretly sings in the dark night]

【Their wings are injured, but they want to fly】

【They have been waiting for this moment all their lives】

[Like some people, they can only sing a song of their hometown in the dark night]

【With their deep eyes, want to see the road ahead clearly】

【They have been waiting for freedom all their lives】

At that moment, he suddenly felt unprecedentedly relaxed. Looking down at the scars on his arms caused by his father, he felt the freedom in his heart and decided to fly out of the cage.

During the countless late nights when he wandered around various countries, he could be like the black bird in the song, silently singing the song of his hometown in his heart, or looking forward to the day when he would fly up.

The black bird is a crow.

"The Beatles' 'Blackbird'," Chi Feichi said, looking at Saito Hiroshi whose expression changed, "I like the Beatles' songs very much."