Thriller: I created an alien asylum

As for whether the psychology has become abnormal or twisted.

On the contrary, it is not something they have to consider.

After all, who among the Conspiracy Masters is not a little bit psychopathic?

People who have suppressed the weirdness in their bodies all year round and have not gone crazy have a very healthy and tough mental state.

Seeing Crowe's insistence, the butler couldn't continue to persuade him as a butler, so he went to prepare food and tea for Crowe.

And after the butler left, Crowe.

Then he put down the brush in his hand.

He looked at the painting and frowned slowly, "The color is not good enough. What is missing in my painting?"

"Why do the scenes in the painting feel so empty and cold?"

"What is missing in my painting?"

Crowe's eyes were very confused.

Greedy stood aside and watched with his hands folded.

Lazy couldn't help but said: "This person's character is very similar to yours, he is equally paranoid."

"I don't think this is called paranoia. It's clearly called striving for excellence and pursuing a higher state of painting skills. This is a very positive behavior. Don't bring your prejudice to me."

Lazy was also standing on the left side of Crowe. He looked at the unfinished painting on the easel and felt that something was missing.

But that's exactly what it is.

When he looked at the painting, the nauseating feeling disappeared.

Crowe muttered under his breath as he completed the painting.

"No, it's still wrong."

But then, he didn't finish a single painting.

Every time he was halfway through the drawing, or just at the beginning, he would suddenly tear up the drawing paper like crazy.

His paintings seem to have reached a bottleneck, and they seem to lack some inspiration.

He has never been able to paint a painting that satisfies him.

And this emotion has affected his subsequent creations.

He wrote less and less.

The painting is getting worse and worse.

Torn drawing papers were piled on the floor.

In this era, drawing paper is considered an extremely precious thing.

Not to mention the more expensive paints of various colors.

If Crowe's family hadn't been a businessman, they might not have had that much money to support him in painting.

For several days.

In addition to sleeping and eating, Crowe sat in front of his easel and painted.

However, he did not complete a single work.

So, Crowe stared at a pair of red eyes, went to the study room, and looked through the books.

He found a very unpopular book, perhaps he accidentally picked it up when buying the book.

The book looks new and has not been read.

Crowe's father is a businessman. Although he is not illiterate, he is not keen on reading. Instead, he prefers to specialize in how to make money and improve his status and identity.

I bought these books mostly just to show off and fill up the facade.

Now that Crowe was born, it has become his exclusive room.

However, there are many bookshelves in the study room, and the books on them are all kinds of things.

Crowe usually learns some knowledge from his tutor, and only occasionally takes a look at the books in the study during his leisure time.

This was the first time he had seen such a deeply hidden book.

"Color and warmth?"

"Is this a book about painting skills? I haven't seen it before."

For him now, books related to painting are the most important to him.

He quickly opened the book and flipped through it.

"Human emotions are magnificent and colorful."

Unfortunately, after reading the first sentence, Crowe discovered that this book was not about paintings, but about people.

Crowe was a little disappointed.

However, out of some curiosity, he still held the book and read it.

"Human life is also very gorgeous. If you can watch it carefully, you will find that the colors are enough for a master with outstanding painting skills to spend his entire life unable to depict the magnificent scenery."

"How rich are human emotions?"

"In this complicated world, human emotions are like a picture full of life, adding endless colors to it with colorful brushes."

“Joy is a field of golden wheat.”

“Sadness is the deep blue sea of ​​melancholy.”

"Anger is a blazing red fire."

"Hate is an endless black abyss."

"Love is that ray of sunset, warm and bright."

"Melancholy is a mysterious purple color, with an emotion that is heartbreaking enough to tear a person's heart."

"I think that human blood may have a color as bright as joy and love at the beginning."

"It should be warm and intoxicating."

"It is a warm and bright color, like the deep red of the scorching sun, and like the lava erupting from a volcano."

"Blood flows in our bodies, and emotions are like veins, spreading all over the human body."

"When the skin is scratched, the heat that represents life spurts out. It is really a shocking color, how beautiful."

"It makes me want to kiss it."

"I think its color is shocking enough. It gave me infinite inspiration and motivation. I fell in love with it."

"It made me feel the shock of life. It seems that only in this way can I feel that I am still alive."

After reading it, Crowe took a few steps back with a pale face, and the book in his hand fell to the ground.

He stared at the book on the ground with uncertain eyes.

His expression was very shocked.

It seemed as if he had seen something unhealthy, contrary to his previous education, and a banned book that should be banned from publication.

After a moment, he hid the book in the corner of the bookshelf again, and then hurriedly left the study.

Xila walked up.

He took out the book.

Although the name of this book is "Color and Warm Color", it looks like it is discussing the theory of color in paintings.

However, from the first sentence, it seems to be discussing some philosophy about human emotions.

The whole book is a bit stream of consciousness.

People who don't understand it feel confused, and perhaps some people read it with relish.

People who understand it will feel more and more frightened the more they read.

They may even feel itchy scalp and uncomfortable all over.

However, people with the same idea will become more and more fanatical when reading this book, and may even want to regard this book as a classic.

They regard the author of the book as a confidant in life.

Xila looked at it, his face changed again and again, and finally he became thoughtful.

Tanzhu was anxiously watching from the side, "Hey, what is written on it? Why are your faces so strange?"

"Have you finished reading it? Let me see after you finish reading it."

Xietai flipped through it a few times, and the rest of it was probably about some descriptions of life and human nature.

Some dark toxins, jealousy that corrodes people's hearts, greed turned into blood-sucking leeches, and the red blood was finally dyed black.

It seemed to express the author's point of view.