In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1621: Fishing Day (14)

"You said you can draw, so what kind of paintings do you often draw?" Natasha asked as she fiddled with the fishing line in her hand, as if she had nothing to say.

"I draw any subject, but most of them are charcoal and pencil drawings, because it is a bit troublesome to pack the paint, so I prefer sketches with a large area of ​​blank space."

Natasha nodded, and then Schiller continued: "I happened to bring paper and charcoal, may I have the honor of asking you to be my model?"

"You'd better not expect me to stay here quietly for a long time." Natasha shook her head and said, "I have already passed the age of not eating, drinking or sleeping for the sake of romance. Are you acting like an old lady?"

"It's still the same sentence, we are all remnants of the past, keep this posture as still as possible, ten minutes is enough."

Schiller took out a sketchpad from the luggage bag, wrapped the charcoal strips in a tissue and began to draw on the paper.

Not even ten minutes later, Natasha saw Schiller handing over the drawing board, and she was a little surprised and said, "So fast?"

Schiller's painting speed made Natasha not have high expectations for the level of this painting, because in her layman's eyes, the longer the painting, the finer the painting, and the higher the level. This ten-minute sketch is inevitably somewhat scribbled.

But when she saw the portrait on the paper, Natasha was stunned. The face of the beautiful woman outlined on the paper was not scribbled at all, and her hair was jet-black, so her cheeks were particularly bright, and the shadows were rubbed out. Charcoal powder, strong at first, but finally with a gray transparency, like the shadow under the light.

There are very few colored parts and a lot of white space, but under the high-intensity light and dark contrast, the contrast of light becomes stronger.

"God." Natasha said in shock, "You can draw so well!"

"This is a great way to play with the uninitiated."

What Schiller said made Natasha couldn't help but look at him. Schiller smiled, and then said: "Actually, the details are far worse. Using strong light and shade to shape the volume will make the picture more impactful. Most laymen without professional knowledge can only feel the impact of the picture.”

"It's quite impactful." Natasha looked down at the painting again, but even if she carefully screened it, she really couldn't see any missing details. After all, she had never studied art and had seen the exhibition hall. The memory of the works in the book is not very clear.

The first feeling this painting gives her is "likeness", and the second feeling is "beauty", and these two feelings are enough for ordinary people without professional knowledge to judge this painting as a professional work.

"Look at this." Strange flipped over a piece of draft paper and showed it to Stark next to him. The moment Stark saw the painting, his child's hole shrank, as if seeing a strong hand. Light.

It is a portrait of a woman with a strong sense of light. The large areas of charcoal shadow make the blank area in the middle look like a beauty's face at noon. The facial features are hazy and the details cannot be seen clearly, but it is quite atmospheric.

"Schiller probably can't draw, right?" Although Stark said a question, he used an affirmative tone. He recalled it, and then said: "I asked him to draw a part drawing for me. He draws the auxiliary lines crookedly."

"Don't you know how to draw?" Strange glanced at Stark, then looked at the painting and said, "How's the level of this painting?"

"Industrial drawing and this are completely different things." Stark shook his head and said: "Or two opposite extremes. Industrial drawing requires complete precision, which is no different from mathematical calculations, but what art pays attention to is The more hazy and reminiscent the rendering of the atmosphere, the better.”

But Stark still looked down at the painting and said: "In my opinion, this painting has done everything. Although he didn't draw the facial features very clearly, it still makes us feel that the model is a beauty. "

Strange turned over another piece of draft paper, and then another similar picture from another angle. He flipped through several sheets of paper in succession, and found that they were all like this, with a strong sense of light, hazy portraits, and The atmosphere is full of beauty, but it is completely unclear who the model is.

"This should be painted by the original Schiller, right? His dream lover." Stark simply sat down on the ground, began to flip through the paintings one by one and said, "He shouldn't Did you commit suicide for love?"

But at this moment, Strange found an unusual test report on the side of the bottom of the box. He glanced at it and said, "Scan of the brain region...pre-examination for schizophrenia? Originally Schiller has schizophrenia?"

Strange rummaged through the box again and found more paintings, but this time the style of the paintings became a little weird.

Originally, the models in the painting had long black hair or a white face set off by a black background, making the models in the painting look extraordinarily sacred, but the folded painting in Strange's hand was completely reversed, with short hair and outlined A few lines, the background is completely blank, the facial features have been portrayed very carefully, but each organ is covered with thick shadows, with only a very thin bit of white space.

"Who is this?" Stark squinted his eyes and looked at the painting in Strange's hand. He could see that the facial features of this woman were not black, but her face was too much ink, and the whole face are covered by shadows.

They compared the two paintings and found that the hairstyle and face shape were basically the same, but the painting method was different. Strange then looked back and found that the paintings behind were getting more and more weird.

Original Mohu's facial features gradually became clear, sometimes revealing content, sometimes ferocious and bloodthirsty, but often with a strange tenderness or a slight lustful temptation.

"I'm afraid he really has some mental problems." Strange looked up and down the painting and said, "This may be a hallucination he saw when he was suffering from mental illness, otherwise it is difficult to explain why the painting style The transformation is so sudden, and there are so many details of expression.”

"Artists are crazy."

"The problem is he's not an artist, he's a psychiatrist."

Stark had nothing to say, he stared at those weird paintings with a little trepidation in his heart, so he folded them all up and put them back in the box, stood up and re-entered the bedroom.

There is a desk in the bedroom. Stark went to the desk and casually flipped through the books on the shelf, his eyes fixed on the name of one of them - "How We Go To Death".

Stark's fingers slid across the spine of the books, and Strange came behind him, staring at the names of those books and said: "Even if death education is an indispensable part of life, the above Does the book mention death too many times?"

"Maybe he wanted to commit suicide a long time ago." Stark seemed a little silent, with a slightly sad tone: "In any case, a crazy suicide tortured by mental illness is worthy of sympathy."

"Is it really a mental illness?" Strange seemed to have thought of something, he quickly walked back to the living room, stood in the middle of the room and closed his eyes, magic power spread from his whole body.

"What are you doing?" Stark asked.

Strange did not respond, and after a few minutes of silence, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at Stark with a serious face and said, "There is a breath of death here."

"Yeah, he's dead after all..."

"No, it's not that death, it's the real 'death'." Strange turned his body to look up and down the room and said, "The breath is very, very thin, it should have been quite a while."

"The goddess?" Stark asked a little surprised.

"Don't tell me you don't know, death will haunt certain beings, let them see hallucinations similar to the lover in their dreams, and then make them provide him with more deaths, Thanos is one of them .”

Strange half-kneeled on the ground again, took out the paintings in the box, and said: "According to Luo Ji's description of his experience, Thanos once mentioned that he had seen a painting in several nights. A beautiful woman guides him to a desolate and deep country, she said that there will be their love nest, as long as he can keep her appointment.”

"Death seduced Schiller??!

" Stark said in disbelief, but soon he seemed to react: "Wait, I always feel that something is wrong, about Schiller's strong interest in death. "

"Why does he have to negotiate terms with death every time, no matter how big or small it is? There are obviously thousands of ways easier than that..."

Strange looked around again, and speculated: "The original Schiller may have been affected by death and chose to commit suicide to go to her appointment, that is to say, the later Doctor Schiller was the first to meet her Man is not me, but death."

"This can also explain why he is so interested in death all the time, and even took a part of his soul to go to her appointment several times...God, they are dating, right? ?!"

Strange slowly narrowed his eyes. In fact, anyone who has experienced Schiller's several big plans in succession can find that he has a different interest in death, which is completely beyond the interest that a **** should have. scope.

Here, both of them fell into a blind spot of thinking. The preconceived impression that Schiele could not paint made them feel that the paintings that appeared in Schiele's previous residence could only be left by the previous Schiele , combined with wine bottles and drugs, it is inevitable that all this will be brought into the conjecture of the down-and-out and crazy artist.

Reminiscent of some small details that have long been doubted in the past, it is easy to make people have the idea of ​​​​"You see, I have said something wrong".

Human beings are quite good at bringing their existing situation into all kinds of inaccurate descriptions, which is the same as how Baidu started to see a doctor for cancer, and it is also the same as when doing an emotional test and feeling that those adjectives are placed on yourself It fits perfectly.

"We have to ask Loki." After thinking for a while, Strange said: "Only she has more dealings with Thanos, we should ask Thanos what is in these paintings. Is it death?"

At this time, Luo Ji was still flipping through the picture album in Schiller's bedroom, but she suddenly heard a slight thunder coming from beside her, Luo Ji seemed to be used to it, and sighed helplessly, Looking at the balcony from the album in his hand, Thor was standing there.

"Why are you still here?" Thor poked his head through the balcony window and said, "Frigga is looking for you everywhere, you are the protagonist of her old blind date plan ~IndoMTL.com~ Speaking of This time, Luo Ji was even more helpless, while Thor waved his hand outside and said: "How do you say that, mother is always right, you should know that running is useless, right? "

After he finished speaking, he remembered to see where it was. Thor took two steps back, glanced outside the building, and after seeing the familiar door, he said with some surprise: "This is not Dr. Schiller. What about others? What are you doing here?"

"I'll come in and take a look."

Thor was the only one who reacted faster than anyone else in this aspect. The alarm sounded in his mind instantly, and he even completely disregarded the image of the God King, and turned over from the balcony window at the fastest speed.

First glanced at the neatly stacked quilts, Thor breathed a sigh of relief, then glanced at the fairly tidy surroundings, and before he breathed a sigh of relief, Thor's eyes fell on Luo Ji's face.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to take a look, I've approved it."

Thor took two steps forward, his burly body squeezed Luo Ji to the point that there was almost no place to stand, his eyes passed Luo Ji's shoulder, and stayed on the picture book on the table.

Thor glanced at Luo Ji, turned sideways and was about to reach for the picture book, with a "snap", the other hand pressed on the end of the picture book, and Luo Ji turned her head from between the gaps in her hair. Zhong looked at Thor and said, "This is Dr. Schiller's personal property, and it cannot be tampered with at will."

"Then why did you move?"

"I have permission."

Thor's gaze became more and more suspicious, he stared into Luo Ji's eyes and said, "Let go, let me see."

"No..."

"Let go!"