I'm putting on a vest

"What is the character drawn this time?"

【Shiina Mashiro, from "The Pet Girl of Sakurasou", a world-class talented painter. 】

"Not bad, much more useful than Elliot in the first world. Alright, which world are you going to go to next?"

No matter what kind of sports fan, I can make bloody storms in this capacity.

["Bungo Stray Dogs" of supernatural power chaos. 】

"..."

【…】

"Hey, add a golden finger to me, any spell book in Cthulhu mythology, hurry up."

Shiina Mashiro opened her eyes, and the first thing she did was to get out of bed and touch her painting utensils, but instead of placing them in a corner of the room where she thought the light was most appropriate as usual, she hesitated, Cover the drawing board with a layer of cloth and place it near the exit of the room.

Shuji Tsushima watched her do all this, biting the cheese bread for breakfast in his mouth, "Do you want to go out?"

Really nodded.

"Didn't you usually draw it at home? And you're not familiar with this part, are you?"

Zhenbai paused for a moment, obviously she knew this, but she still resolutely put those painting utensils at the door, even though she was about to go out.

"I..." she whispered, "Because I don't want to see Ozu recently."

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Sudden quarrel?

Shiina Mashiro came to the park closest to her home with a big bag and a small bag. She originally wanted to go further, but she really couldn't do it.

She still doesn't know how to take the bus, and she always does not carry cash on her body, and the taxi does not accept credit card service. She is sweating all the way, and has received many strange eyes and concerned inquiries from many people, "Do you need help?", Zhenbai refused one by one, trying not to make eye contact with them, and absolutely never let them touch her painting utensils.

When she came to the park, instead of putting it down, it was better to say that the things she brought were smashed down one by one, and the last thing that hit the ground was her small body.

She fell down on the grass, wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, and sighed, as if she wanted to spit out all the exhaustion accumulated in her body.

Sat for almost three seconds, then stood up and set the easel in place.

"It's time to start working." She said to herself, the word "work" was learned from Xiaozu, and she felt that it was very applicable to her current state.

In the past, I had no intention of painting by myself. Shiina Mashiro had no concept of money. Even if you told her that your paintings could be sold for tens of millions of dollars, she would not know what you were talking about.She paints because that's the only way she can live.

But it is different now.

Now she must draw it.

She must paint the unfinished picture.This is not only because Ozu said that she can return to the original world as long as the painting is finished, but also because...

"Ozu."

She thought of the vines that grew out of the painting yesterday and the 37 people who died in front of her, pursed her lips hard, and looked in the direction she came from.

It was quite far away, and the apartment building where she and Shuji Tsushima lived could not be seen from here.

At this distance, it should not be affected.Zhenbai thought, took out the palette and began to paint on the prepared paint.

It's time to start working.

She stood from seven in the morning until eight in the evening.

For thirteen hours, I didn’t eat or go to the toilet. If it wasn’t for the girl’s chest rising and falling due to her breathing, and the paintbrush in her hand didn’t stop for a moment, the onlookers would have thought she was just a park. The doll standing here.

But she's still alive, and painting all the time.

These thirteen hours are no longer than one second for Shiina Mashiro.

After getting that book, her painting process was completely different.

In the past, it took several months or even a whole year to paint an oil painting. If there is no inspiration, it may only be possible to write a stroke on the canvas in a day, and this stroke may have to be deleted.

But it is different now.

After getting the book, it wasn't she who was chasing inspiration, but inspiration was chasing her.

She thinks of green when she sees leaves.When you see the sky, you will think of the ocean flowing upwards. When you walk, you will think of various images when you follow the touch of the stones on the soles of your shoes.Different things inspired her different inspirations, and the world became strange to her, and each inspiration dragged her in different directions, almost tearing her apart.

She wants to draw it, wants to draw it, wants to draw it.The painter's instinct screamed at her, but all she could paint was one painting at a time, so she was always in tears from unexpressed passion.

The future is endless, and she is only dragged away by her own creative desire.

Shiina Mashiro used to be able to stay in front of the easel for three full days without sleep, but now that he has entered this state, only the most famous genius in history, the kind of genius who can leave his name in the Louvre, will enter. And it's just an occasional flash of inspiration, but to Zhenbai, it's as casual as breathing, and it's naturally not without burden on her body.

At most, she used to faint, suffer from hypoglycemia, sleep in the hospital for a day for various reasons, and then return to the easel because of her youthful vitality. After getting the book and coming to Yokohama, she went to As a result of working continuously for two days at a time, she was admitted to the ICU.

If it wasn't for the blood that was spat on the canvas, Zhenbai really wouldn't have realized that there was something wrong with his body.

Ozu made a request to her after that day, "You can draw as long as you want in a day, but you must ensure eight hours of sleep and eat well."

He has made Zhenbai develop a biological clock.

At the end of No. 13 hours, at [-]:[-] p.m., her eyes blinked, her previous focus faded away, and the color of her eyes became lighter with the change of light and shadow falling on her when she turned her head. It became an ordinary red, and looked like an ordinary girl.

She took a few steps back and looked at her own painting. She had never done this before when she was writing. It seemed that everything had been decided in her mind. Her body was just a prop to draw the projection in her heart. .

One day's painting did not leave too many traces on it, and the degree of completion is still very low. Even if other people stare at it, they can't tell what the painting is, but it is exactly the same as the picture she expected in her heart.

But still not right.I really don't want to.Something is wrong.

In this case, no matter what kind of praise this painting can get in the world, to her, it is just the same failure as before.

She sighed.

She didn't have time to wait for the paint to dry, so she didn't cover the panel with fabric because it wasn't that fragile.

Not to mention that it was damaged due to the change in air humidity in the early morning, even if you throw it on the ground, it will automatically grow legs and get up, it's really useless.

She left the oil painting and all the painting utensils here, and walked towards the exit of the park, planning to wait until tomorrow to start a new round of work.

Of course, the thirteen hours of painting had no effect on Shiina Mashiro. This is not something as simple as physical or mental exhaustion. The problem is that Mashiro is not tired at all. Let her body lose any vitality, but feed back the vitality to her.

She bent down to put down the paintbrush, stood up, and felt slightly dizzy due to blood flow as usual, but this time the dizziness did not get better as usual.But getting heavier and heavier.Getting heavier and heavier.

The world in front of Shiina Mashiro's eyes is gradually distorted, and some small dots are constantly expanding in her eyes, as if a leaf on a tree in the distance is constantly growing, growing, and almost covering her entire field of vision, which should have been bigger. For example, the park bench next to her keeps getting smaller and smaller, as small as a stone.

She was confused by this sudden big and small vision, and she walked unsteadily, just walking in the direction of the park exit she saw at first.

She didn't feel the weakness of lack of sleep, she was wide awake, she knew what was going on with her, but she couldn't see the way.

As she was walking, she heard a distant singing, which did not belong to any known language of mankind. If a person was crawling on a marble altar, naked and covered with sacred oil, then It must have sounded like this.

Zhenbai opened her mouth to make a sound, but as soon as the air passed through her trembling vocal cords, it caused an uncontrollable itching feeling. She covered her stomach with her hands and wanted to vomit, so hard that she squeezed her little stomach A little deformed.

She squatted down uncomfortably, and when she couldn't grasp her balance, she knelt down directly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a person running towards her anxiously in the distance.

This man she had seen before, was a middle-aged man (everyone over 25 is a middle-aged man for a girl of this age.) sat there all day looking at cats, and he was trying so hard to Get close to them, but they don't want to get close to him.

If you persevere to this extent, you should be a good person.

Is he going to help me?

He walked towards Zhenbai, and Zhenbai also raised his eyes to look at him. His image was distorted in her field of vision, not much better than the monster in the TV series, but the sight did touch.

He saw something reflected in her eyes.

Something flowed from Shiina Mashiro's body into the man's body following the contact of the eyes.

The man's pupils suddenly contracted!

"Shua" a silver light flashed.

She felt like time had stopped flowing.

"Ah... ah."

Like a child practicing vocalization, she made an out-of-tuned hoarse voice from the white space. Her eyes were wide open, and the sword light from the incoming man gradually dissipated in front of her, leaving only a deep wound on her cheek. .

A little further down from the wound, it would land on her slender and beautiful neck, and Shiina Mashiro's head would land directly on the ground.

Shiina Mashiro didn't know what happened.

In order not to affect Ozu, she decided to come out to paint, and the farther away from Ozu the better. She focused on her work as usual, and felt an unusual sense of dizziness after she finished. She fell on the road and someone came to rescue her.

That should be the plan...?That person left a deep wound on her cheek, and she still hasn't shaken off the sense of danger, feeling that she will be killed in front of that person at any time.

Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't know what happened.

As usual, he came to the park to watch the cats. During this period, he watched with concern the figure of the girl who had been painting for a long time not far away.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the girl finally decided to leave. Maybe it was because of hypoglycemia that she knelt on the ground. He went to help her, but when he made eye contact, he felt an indescribable feeling from the girl... The feelings I have experienced can't be described in words.

He pressed his hand on the handle of his knife reflexively.

Even if she reacted and stopped the attack in time, it still left a wound on her body.

…Wound.

The memory interrupted, and he opened his eyes wide.Before, there was no bleeding because the attack was too fast, but now as the girl raised her head, the muscles squeezed each other, and finally red liquid flowed from the wound.

The girl covered her face, knelt on the ground and looked up at him blankly.

Her eyes were a beautiful, unmistakable true red.

"No, I'm very sorry!" Fukuzawa Yukichi knelt down, checking her injury against the light of the street lamp.

"No matter what kind of blame I will accept, but please let me treat you now."

Unlike his appearance, his movements were unexpectedly gentle.

Zhenbai's wound was treated very well.With the passage of time, the cold feeling of the iron at the wound gradually transformed into a sharp pain, and with each flow of blood, the pain became more painful, but after he applied the ointment to her, it became a bit painful. Cool feeling, at least no pain.

Her originally frowning brow opened slightly.

During this period, the man said sorry to her many times. It seems that he is indeed not the kind of barbarian who would fight a girl he met for the first time. The "different from appearance" mentioned earlier does not mean that his appearance is different. How rude, he has already been called a middle-aged man, so there is no need to give him the impression that he is full of muscles and thick.

The man's face is very handsome.Those young painters should be able to inspire inspiration when they see him, but this handsomeness is mixed with a kind of vigor. When Mashiro sees him, he will think of the "samurai" imagery when he painted Japanese-themed paintings before.

He was wearing a kimono, kneeling on the ground to treat her wound, and Mashiro looked into his eyes.It is a light grass green, and the eyelashes cast shadows on it when the eyes are lowered.Sometimes when he turned his head to look at the wound, the moonlight shining on it would make the grass green lighten a little, and when he turned back, it became darker again.

It looks almost like flowing paint.

Shiina Mashiro watched all this intently, her sensitive nerves as an artist were touched, her fingertips nervously tapped the wooden chair surface, but she didn't feel for the paintbrush that should be in her hand.

Fukuzawa Yukichi tried his best to treat her as meticulously as possible. The girl has a beauty that can almost stop the flow of time, and what is injured is the face. If it is not handled properly, it will definitely leave lifelong regrets.

At this time, I heard the girl's voice, which was very calm, like the strings of a violin being lightly pressed.

"What color is it?"

"Ok?"

"If you had to choose a color, what would it be?"

"White," he replied, though he didn't know what the question meant.

The skin he touched was white, almost transparent.

"I think it's grey, green, black."

Her heart beats a little faster.His eyes are slack, staring at the sketches that only exist in his heart.

Fukuzawa Yukichi waited for her to speak.

"These are the three that humans can understand for the time being. I have seen other colors. I remember them. But I can't describe them. Even if they appear before my eyes again, I may not be able to recognize them."

"But I'm going to find it."

He gently pressed the gauze on her face, and when the girl spoke, her skin trembled slightly.

"As long as I find that color, I can paint."

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening when Mr. Fukuzawa Yukichi said goodbye and returned home. Before leaving, he apologized to her again and gave her an address, promising to find him there if there was any trouble.

Does he owe himself a favor?She thought about what she heard from Ozu and opened the door.

The house was dark, empty, and full of loneliness.

Mashiro is very sensitive to that kind of breath. She stood there watching the light from the corridor projected into the living room, illuminating a small corner. The slippers she kicked back and forth before leaving were arranged, but Ozu’s shoes were no longer here. .

She looked at it for a few seconds, closed the door and went down the stairs again.

Shiina Mashiro bought Baumkuchen at a convenience store, and she promised Ozu that he would eat well.

Recently, she has learned not to eat things in the container, but to exchange them with money in front of her sister at the cashier.She stood in the shadow of the apartment building and stuffed the baumkuchen into her stomach. This is her favorite food. Although it is delicious, it is a bit dry without water.

It seems that she hasn't drunk water for a long time, she thought, she should buy a bottle of milk there.But she still tried her best to swallow the cake. It hurt a little when the cake rubbed against her throat, and she could smell blood when she breathed.

Maybe his throat will become inflamed tomorrow, so Zhenbai blinked his eyes to suppress the water mist that had accumulated in his pupils.

After eating the cake, she threw the trash bag into the trash can and stood there for a while, until she saw the light at home, and then walked back again.

Mashiro opened the door and greeted her as if she had just come home, and Ozu poked his head out of the living room and complained to her about why you just came back, and then gave her ice cream as if he had been at home all the time.

Zhenbai told him that today's work is not going well, but she already knows what she lacks, and she will try to find out what she lacks in the future.

She didn't ask where Ozu's disappearing time went, because she herself had something to keep from him.Her last painting was not sold by Ozu, but she took it out and sold it herself, because she didn't want him to see her painting.

She won't let Ozu see any of her failed works before drawing the finished product. Shiina Mashiro doesn't want Ozu to become exactly like the 37 people who died yesterday.

But thinking of the empty darkness she saw just now, she still felt as if her heart was being held tightly by someone's hands, and blood was squeezed out of it.

"Ozu," she said.

It was already bedtime, she curled up on the bed like a baby, poking the quilt next to her lightly.

"Um... what's wrong?" His voice sounded sleepy.

"...nothing. Good night."

Ozu was sleepy and hugged him. She could feel the temperature of his body, so she closed her eyes and decided to have a good dream today.

Hope to see you when I come back tomorrow and hope you don't leave me alone.