[Comprehensive British and American] Painting ghosts

Shen Yanzhou curled up on the sofa, watching TV with half-closed eyes.

He is quite unaccustomed to living in Caliban's territory. It's fine if he hardly sees the sun every day, and it's airtight.If you have to pick out the advantages, it is probably that you can drink wine on the bar as you like, there are soft sofas, and a large open space can be used for other things, such as painting or writing.

Now that his identity is exposed, he doesn't dare to run outside when he has nothing to do.After all, everyone now knows that the handsome, handsome and talented young Asian painter Shen Yanzhou is a psychopath who "destroyed a street with a wave of his hand when he was in a bad mood, and then rescued everyone when he was in a good mood".

However, this has caused the value of his paintings in the art museum to soar, and even the special exhibitions have been held several times. Many people who have never been involved in the art field, after hearing that there is such a mutant painter, they all ran to the art exhibition. , I want to open my eyes and see how shocking the works of that legendary vicious mutant are.

At the same time, his own photos are also widely circulated. On the one hand, he is a moody and extremely powerful mutant according to the rumors. The extreme contrast actually attracted many fans for him.

Just as he was squinting his eyes and was about to fall asleep, the smart terminal on his hand suddenly rang.

Shen Yanzhou was a little surprised, this was the first time Tony had contacted him in so many days.

But contacting him at this time is probably not a good thing.

Shen Yanzhou turned on the smart terminal, and Tony's face was projected in the air.

"Are you back in Los Angeles?" Tony looked anxious.

"No?" Shen Yanzhou subconsciously looked at the environment around him, well, it's obviously not his own home.

Tony was silent for a while, his expression looked a little confused: "You didn't go back... Who did that?"

"What's the matter?" Sensing that something was wrong, Shen Yanzhou asked hastily.

"The watchman next to your house fell overnight," Tony said. "Without witnesses, nearly a hundred people were wiped out. Except for their limbs, their memories were completely emptied, and they turned into idiots one by one—although they were all idiots before, but this time they were even more idiots. I even forgot my own name."

Shen Yanzhou was slightly taken aback, and his first reaction was to think of Charles. It is estimated that only a person with such powerful psychic abilities as Charles could do this, but this is obviously not Charles' style.Instead of believing that Charles, who has such a gentle and kind personality, will turn more than 100 innocent and obedient humans into fools, it is better to believe that Magneto suddenly sells scrap iron and donates all the money he sells to the Hope Project.

If it wasn't Charles, who would it be?

Moreover, the other party's purpose was probably not just to attack the army sent by the government. At such a moment when the relationship between mutants and humans was unprecedentedly tense, he made a move on the team that came to hunt down Shen Yanzhou.

Excluding this person is the possibility of specifically clearing obstacles for Shen Yanzhou, because Shen Yanzhou doesn't think he can have such a good friendship with any psychic, except Charles.Then there is only one possibility left, he wants to take this opportunity to deepen the conflict between humans and mutants.

Thinking of this level, Shen Yanzhou frowned: "Aren't there any traces left at the scene?"

Tony shook his head: "The assailant's hands and feet were very clean, leaving no clues. But now the people above think that you did it, and sent more people to Los Angeles to track it down."

Shen Yanzhou: "...Why am I taking the blame again?"

"Don't worry, they can't get the evidence." Tony said seriously. "As long as you don't get caught, this can be regarded as confusing the eyes of those guys. Even if you are caught, they can't sue you for this matter without evidence."

Shen Yanzhou nodded with a heavy heart.

After hanging up the communication, Shen Yanzhou's gaze drifted to his arm.

The Dark Mark has been around for a while, but it has never been painful, and there are no other abnormalities. In addition, the guiding charm has not found Voldemort in this world, so it should be just a sequela caused by the turbulence of time and space. .

But even so, when he saw the Dark Mark, he still had a feeling of fright.It's like facing the sun and not seeing the shadow behind you, but you can feel the chill down your back.

He sighed softly, with no emotion in his eyes.

……

Xavier School for Gifted Teens.

Charles sat on the sofa in his office, looking at the chessboard in front of him with a serious expression.

"Any thoughts?" Magneto sitting in front of him said lazily.

"Your level is better than before," Charles said.

"I don't mean playing chess." Magneto smiled.

Charles was silent for a moment, then sighed softly: "Eric, you know that couldn't have been done by me."

"It's hard to imagine that besides you, there is another person in this world who can do such a thing." Magneto thought thoughtfully. "It is not an easy task to clear the memory of more than 100 people without anyone knowing it. I am afraid that human beings will suspect you."

"It doesn't matter to me, after all, there are so many witnesses to prove my innocence." Charles said indifferently. "It's just that I'm wondering who did this and what it has to do with Shen."

"To be honest..." The chess piece in front of Magneto moved a step under his control, and his eyes moved away from the chessboard to Charles' sky blue eyes. "I have always felt that Shen is an invisible person."

Charles also looked at Magneto, frowning slightly.

"Anyone will have a reason for doing things, and will have their own beliefs, but Shen, I feel that he has no purpose in doing things." Magneto said blankly. "Last second he could save a group of humans, but now he can harm humans for his own benefit without hesitation."

"No, Eric, there are some things you don't understand." Charles shook his head, looked down at the chessboard again, and reached out to move a chess piece.

"You know his purpose?" Magneto read the message from Charles' expression.After all, they have been friends for many years, and they sometimes know each other better than themselves.

"..." Charles was silent for a moment, then raised his head and smiled at Magneto: "Eric, if you don't be serious, you will lose this game again."

"...I hope you can deal with those annoying guys who are about to come to you." Magneto shook his head helplessly.

……

Washington, DC, National Gallery of Art East.

Voldemort walked up the stairs to the second floor, his steps were slow and steady, his eyes fixed, the air around him seemed to be condensing into frost.

For Voldemort, Muggle artworks are probably one of the few things in the world that he feels familiar with.When he was studying painting with Shen Yanzhou at Hogwarts, Shen Yanzhou often used some Muggle picture albums as examples for him.

But he didn't stop in front of a large number of national treasure-level artworks displayed in the National Art Museum, but went straight to an exhibition hall.

There are not many people in this exhibition hall, most of them are gathered in front of a painting.

The painting is more than three meters long and one meter high. It is an oil painting with a very distinctive personal style. It is against the realistic and heavy-colored style of oil painting. The use of color is extremely careful, and it can even be said to be stingy. Many places are even quite vaguely depicted. , but it does not reduce its overall aesthetic feeling at all, and even adds mystery and gentleness in an inexplicable hazy freehand brushwork.

The painting shows a lake surrounded by forest.

The lake reflects the color of the sky, beautiful and pure, like a piece of blue crystal inlaid on the earth.The ripples on the surface of the lake are clearly visible, as if a cool breeze is blowing from the painting, cold and moist.Surrounded by lush forests, this lake looks so natural and soft.

The painting has no title.On its introduction card, only the name of the artist and the date of donation are written.

Author: Shen Yanzhou.

People admiring the painting stood in twos and threes in front of the painting and discussed: "It's so beautiful. Compared with those works of art that I can't understand at all, this painting somehow gives me a very comfortable feeling."

"Yeah, I've always liked Shen's!"

"It's a pity... I guess I won't see his new works in the future."

"Do any of you know where the lake in this painting is? Is there really such a lake?"

"I don't know, there's not even a brief description of this painting..."

"Maybe it's not real at all."

"..."

Voldemort couldn't hear a word of what those Muggles were saying noisily.

The moment he saw the painting, he was stunned.

That's Lake Gould.

The place where he lived in seclusion for decades.

He can even remember the feeling of the moist wind blowing on his face, and he also remembers the feeling of the clear water slowly flowing over his heels when walking by the lake.

He suddenly remembered Voldemort's Manor in the Albanian forest. At that time, he said that he would take Shen Yanzhou to Gould Lake. He said that it was very beautiful, and professors who liked painting and natural scenery would definitely fall in love with it.

Later... Later he died, he survived a deep sleep for more than ten years, and when he woke up again, he was full of anger and hatred. saves the man until he dies.

Even though he later realized what an irreparable mistake he had made, he always believed that the professor must have hated him during the ten years he was sleeping.Because of that crazy night of blood in the Albanian forest, he killed him and buried him before he died, without hesitation and with an almost indelible hatred.

Such hatred... He thought, he would never be forgiven, and the memories related to him were probably the past that the professor didn't want to recall.

But he was wrong.

After his death, the professor did not choose to let go of those pasts completely.He had been to Gould's Lake - that place was only mentioned by Voldemort once, that beautiful scenery that not many people in Europe knew.

At that time, the professor probably thought he was dead.

So, in what mood did he go to Gould Lake?hate?Or... miss it?

This is a painting without a name and without a word of introduction.But the artistic conception in the painting is so gentle and tranquil, as if it is a good way to heal people's hearts. The feeling of silence and distance almost makes the viewers subconsciously want to hold their breath, for fear of destroying the scenery.

He suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his heart, as if something had strangled his throat, and the pain of suffocation filled his chest cavity.The pain that he thought had been quietly wiped away in time was uncovered again, and blood dripped in front of him.

If he had been more sensible then, perhaps he could have been forgiven.

But now, what should he beg for forgiveness?

He has nothing left.It was he himself who destroyed everything he once owned.

His soul trembled because of the pain, and the repulsive power of the plane took advantage of it and crushed his soul, as if to grind his soul into powder.

Voldemort snorted, and held onto the wall a little bit unbearably.

The surrounding visitors noticed his abnormality, and someone came over and asked worriedly: "Sir, are you okay?"

Voldemort looked up at the Muggles who came to care about him, said nothing, just took one last look at the Untitled painting, then turned and left the exhibition hall.

His time may be running out, and he can no longer spend it on unimportant things.