Soul Painter

July 22.

The torrential rain continued.

In the past ten years, there have been few rainstorms lasting more than ten days in a row.

Damn the weather! Citizens would look out their windows at the rain and curse.

This morning, when the city government staff opened the gate of the city hall on time at 8:30, they were shocked by the scene in front of them:

He saw many Bostno people holding umbrellas standing in the torrential rain, standing silently at the gate of the city hall. There were dozens or hundreds of people.

In the pouring rain, these silent crowds with black umbrellas in their hands gave the staff a 'mafia rally' feel, but the Irish in Bostno don't have a very influential gang organization, so...how is it What's going on?

"You... what's the matter?" The staff asked suspiciously while holding the door.

The citizen closest to the entrance of the city hall was a lady. When she was asked this question, she also showed a confused expression. It seemed that the question was inexplicable. She said, "Come and be a model for Mr. Painter."

The staff asked a few more people, and the answers they got were the same. They all came to be models for Mr. Painter to complete the painting together.

Oh~ oh oh. The staff suddenly realized that the creation of "Bostonians" is already a major event in Bosno. Many people are worried about whether the painter can continue their work in the heavy rain, but the support of these citizens...is puzzling.

In the past two days, there were obviously less than 200 people every day, and even as the rainstorm continued, the number of people was getting smaller and smaller. The mayor was still worried about whether the painting could be completed on schedule, but it turned out that it was only early in the morning, and the crowd waiting for it exceeded... ...Well, got a hundred people, right?

The staff looked at the people queuing up silently in front of the city hall. They were extremely orderly, and new citizens were constantly flocking to this line. If there is a camera at this moment, centered on the city hall, zoom out to the heights , You will see that from the entire city of Bostno, citizens with umbrellas continue to walk out of their homes, take their own means of transportation, come to the city hall, and line up again.

Like a brook merging into the sea, even the torrential rain could not stop this inexplicable convergence, so that at nine o'clock, when Mr. Painter officially started working, the number of people queuing outside the city hall had already exceeded 300 people, and are still increasing.

Anna was at the window, facing the raindrops bouncing and blowing on the glass, looking at the snake-shaped crowd outside the window, the shock in her heart was beyond words, she suddenly turned her head to look at Gao Fan, who had already unfolded his easel , I am sorting out my drawing paper, drawing paper consumes a lot, so I prepare a whole stack every day, and today's consumption may be particularly large.

Noticing Anna's gaze, Gao Fan looked at the crowd outside again. He pursed his lips with a slightly apologetic expression, as if to say, I didn't know it would turn out like this.

But... why did it become like this?

Although Anna went through the process of painting "Bostonians" by Gao Fan with the magic paint in his hand last night, she also saw that Gao Fan seemed to be casting a spell, as if he wanted to instill some language and words into the painting, But she just thought that it was Gao Fan's meaningless complaint when he saw that his creation was delayed by the weather.

But at this moment, that behavior actually has an effect? These citizens were summoned by Gao Fan through a paintbrush...um, summoned?

Today, hundreds or even more Bostno citizens braved the heavy rain and came to the city hall. You know, today is a working day. Under the double influence of the weather and going to work, her estimate of the workload completed today should be Around 100 is a record low.

But the number of people queuing in front of them has far exceeded 100, which is four times higher than that!

What kind of magic did Gao Fan use on Bostno? !

Looking at Gao Fan, Anna felt a deep sense of trembling in her heart. This is the awe and timidity that emerge from the instinct of a mortal when faced with incomprehensible things.

However, when Gao Fan told her to hurry up and go to work, she still calmed down and started working.

"This is the highest esoteric principle of the Demon Sect." Gao Fan whispered to Anna.

"...This is not a skill, but a revelation." Anna replied.

"Exactly." Gao Fan said, "What we are creating is a miracle."

At this time, the first citizen holding an umbrella had already come in front of the two of them. When the lady sat down, her expression was extremely formal. Anna even read the taste of piety from her micro-expression.

...

With the heavy rain as the background, Bostno is filled with a strange landscape of "reflection of the Milky Way". The leaves and flowers of clover and rhododendron are scattered in the rain, making this foreign coastal city and Shanghai present the same cold and wandering Bai Liusu likes rainy days like this, so she brewed a pot of Dahongpao in the hotel at noon, letting the heat in the teacup and the chill from the rain outside the window complement each other, making her very comfortable.

This is a rare vacation for STK's B-level investigator Bai Liusu. Her base is in Shanghai. However, after solving a pollution incident some time ago, the mystery of Shanghai has become unstable. Bai Liusu doesn't want to go to CULA Island. For recuperation, she chose Bosno as a vacation destination. The operator was cautiously not optimistic about her choice, because another trainee investigator was also in Bosno.

"As long as we don't get in touch, don't worry, I don't leave home~" Bai Liusu, who is already very homely, lazily assures the operator that she is really very homely and very homely, and her home does not require material guarantees Yes, as long as a pot of tea, she can spend the whole afternoon in a daze.

Now, Bai Liusu, who was making tea, noticed crowds of people holding umbrellas outside the window. These Bostno citizens walked neatly, with the same expression. In Bai Liusu's eyes, the mystery gathered in them seemed to be Symptoms of a contamination incident.

"I'm here for vacation." Bai Liusu said to herself, but she still took some photos with her mobile phone and submitted them to the operator from STK's internal network.

'Suspected Class D pollution incident,' she noted.

Level D refers to events that can pollute a large number of people, but will not cause any serious impact, or events that will not cause large-scale pollution, but are enough to cause death.

STK has two indicators for judging pollution incidents, one is the scale, and the other is the fatality rate. When both of them reach a certain value, it is grade C. Grade C is already very serious. As for grade B and grade A, it is even more terrible. It means confronting the incarnation or even the noumenon of the great being.

Of course, any pollution incident is a test for the investigators. It is not an exception that an A-level investigator is polluted or even sacrificed in a D-level incident.

In short, after Bai Liusu made the report, he had fulfilled his duty, and lazily turned over, no longer faced the signs of the suspected pollution incident outside the window, and continued to drink her Dahongpao.