Soul Painter

Since Ms. J.K wants beauty, Gao Fan gives her beauty.

The most beautiful thing in this world is nothing but a cat.

For the next half month.

Gao Fan studied and copied in the British Museum during the day, and returned to the hotel at night to create his own art.

Once the inspiration explodes, then Gao Fan can light up the 'distortion' skill.

Although this skill has only 1 skill point, it still opened up a new perspective for Gao Fan.

He quickly locked on Da Vinci's "Virgin of the Rocks" as the object of copying. This is one of Da Vinci's two paintings with the same theme, which fully demonstrates Da Vinci's obscure, mysterious and highly suggestive painting style. The images of , children and angels are contrasted with the infinitely rising light smoke and mist in the mountains, like a distant dream, full of poetic tenderness, peace and rhythm.

Then came Caravaggio's "Emo's Dinner", Rubens' "Samson and Delilah", Velazquez's "Venus Before the Mirror"...

Gao Fan is almost crazy to absorb the nutrition he needs from the works of art of these great masters.

Studying, copying, creating, and practicing "Thousand-Character Cursive Script" and meticulous painting for two hours a day, Gao Fan's learning pace surprised Xiang Huawei, because he didn't understand how a person could learn in nearly half a month. Here, eating so little, sleeping so little, yet possessing such exuberant vitality.

Xiang Hua just felt that Gao Fan was getting thinner and thinner, but his eyes were getting brighter.

He felt that Gao Fan looked at the world with a kind of incomprehensible... madness, or is it divine?

Gao Fan has no time to pay attention to other people's eyes, because he has found a way to maintain a state of explosive inspiration for a long time.

Similar to meditation.

Somehow, since arriving in London, Govan's inspiration seems to have been elevated.

He has easier access to the other side of the world.

Even the mysticism at 10 o'clock can't resist the whisper of a great being.

It was a whispering sound like joint growth.

It was like sleeping in a certain bamboo house in the south, in the early hours of the morning, under the dark sky, listening to the throbbing sound of life in the large bamboo forest outside the house.

It's just that this pulsating sound brings a strange sense of alienation to the perspective imagination.

In this whisper, Gao Fan always had the feeling that he was standing in a piece of muddy amniotic fluid and was being reborn.

As long as Gao Fan listens to this whisper, he can enter a state like 'meditation'. At this time, as long as he thinks of the cat again, he can let the explosion of inspiration exist in him all the time.

The 24-hour inspiration explosion every day makes Gao Fan willing to waste time eating and sleeping?

And the price.

The price is just to lose 1 point of SAN value every day.

According to the logic, even with the bonus of God and 10 points of mysticism, the price Gao Fan paid was too small.

Gao Fan attributed it to London, which is a special environment suitable for mystery. After all, it is a city not covered by a materialistic view of history.

With the bonus of inspiration explosion, coupled with the improvement during this period.

Gao Fan still hadn't been able to increase the skill value of 'Distortion' to 2.

If you invest all the spare SAN value in one wave, it can rise to 2.

But now there is only less than 20 SAN points left, which is the last guarantee for Gao Fan to maintain his normal state. After all, he is consuming SAN points every day, so Gao Fan still resists the temptation.

Day 15.

In the hotel, Gao Fan looked at his work.

This is a sketch.

Just a side script.

The size is 60X40 cm.

The image of a elk cat with horns on its head is outlined with dense but fine lines. These lines may seem complicated, but they also show an extremely simple beauty. They use an almost religious sense of rhythm. , to express the 'he' who can be called the most beautiful in the world, Gao Fan looked at him, as if a grand music sounded in his ears... yes, that's the feeling.

The beauty of the elk cat exists in all vision, hearing, and feeling. Its beauty is like the air in the world. You can’t see it, but you have to rely on it to survive. , the iridescence it conjures hangs high above everything and everything, and is the ultimate of everything in the world.

Gao Fan stared at his painting.

He was fascinated by it.

Didn't even hear the screeching fire siren.

Until a waiter rushed in, holding him and shouting 'Fire Alarm! Fire Alarm! ’ Pushing him outside, God arched his body at this moment and let out a threatening ‘meow’ sound, but seeing that Gao Fan was pushed away, he hurriedly chased him and jumped onto Gao Fan’s shoulder.

Gao Fan somehow stood on the lawn outside the Hilton Hotel.

He was even barefoot, wearing only a nightgown, surrounded by another group of hotel guests who were also confused.

It's on fire...Gao Fan stared at the hotel building thoughtfully, inexplicably thinking of an oil painting by a certain Dutch painter describing the Great Fire of London in 1666.

The flaring flames in the painting are like the minions of the devil, and because of the wonderful year of 1666 and the huge disaster that reduced four-fifths of London to ashes, some people call that day the Devil's Advent Day.

I don't know how the hotel will burn down... Gao Fan thought silently.

As a result, he hugged the cat and looked up for nearly thirty minutes, but he didn't even see a stick of smoke.

Fuck?

...

After Gao Fan was dragged by the waiter, he hurried out of the hotel.

In his room, a middle-aged man in his forties walked in. The middle-aged man was about six feet tall, well-proportioned, with dexterous and powerful movements. He wore white gloves on his hands and a mask on his face. A well-planned and well-prepared invader.

After he entered Gao Fan's room, he first saw sketches hanging on the drawing board.

For a moment, he stood still.

It was as if he could hear a hymn in his ears.

Immediately, he took a few steps back in horror, no longer daring to look at the sketch of the elk cat, and turned around to the back of the portrait.

He took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"He's right." The middle-aged man said, "He will be selected. Do I want to destroy this devil's work?"

"No, your task is not to destroy the work, but to use his work." Another voice came from the other side, "The 'shell' we planted on him is sprouting, and he will become our weapon. "

"Are you sure it won't ruin him?" the middle-aged man asked. "I don't care if he turns crazy, but J.K. doesn't appreciate a crazy artist."

"I'm sure not, because he was insane before we destroyed him," the voice laughed.

So the middle-aged man set up a hidden camera on the roof of the room, hurriedly cleaned up the traces left by him, and left the room again.

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