I'm putting on a vest

Shiina Mashiro picked up the paintbrush she had put away for a long time.

Even though it's been more than a day, still in a place like a lake, the brushes haven't gotten wet, or worse, moldy or crawling with little bugs from the owner's mismanagement.

Like a person who has been asleep for a whole day, the paintbrush glows when it is touched by Shiina Mashiro's fingers, and she is holding it in high spirits to paint new colors on the white paper.

Nakahara also glanced at it with some concern. He chose to help Shiina Mashiro set up the easel not entirely out of gentlemanly demeanor, but more because of the impression of the bone-only fingers that the girl had hidden behind her back when she was in the interrogation room. profound.

Suffering such a serious injury, not to mention an art girl who takes painting as her whole life pursuit, even an ordinary person will spend a whole month in the hospital, and there is a high probability that she will hear The doctor said to you with a face full of shame, 'I'm sorry, we did our best'.But now Shiina Mashiro's fingertips on the pen are white and slender, and the original wounds from biting the nails have disappeared, just like the hand stolen from the hand model advertisement.

Nakahara Chuya also set his gaze there, and this gaze was so substantial that Shiina Mashiro's fingertips moved unconsciously.

"What are you looking at?"

Nakahara didn't speak, just raised his chin, Shiina Mashiro followed his line of sight and heard him ask, "Is this also the credit of that painting?"

She didn't answer, but looked to the side. After the painting died, the grass next to the easel was different from the day she left. It lost the sense of fleshiness, but it still grew more lush than other places.

Chuya saw this kind of lushness when he came, but he didn't say much. Although Shiina Mashiro hated this person, he also thanked him for his consideration at this time.

"Well, it is also a large part of the painting expenditure."

"Is it more expensive than driving those monsters away?" Nakahara Chuya asked.

"It's more expensive than driving those monsters away." Shiina Mashiro said very ordinaryly, "It's like if your body is injured, your white blood cells and hematopoietic cells will all work to rush to that place. My body , especially if the areas to be used for painting are injured, those paintings will automatically start to defend, so..."

Her eyes dropped to look at the fingers.

The color of that finger is different from other fingers, like a baby's skin, more delicate and slender than them, a little abrupt, like a fake.

Shiina Mashiro twitched her fingertips.

Very sensitive, better able to feel the movement of the brush and the roughness of the paper under the brush than before.

"But it doesn't seem to be a good thing." Zhongya Nakahara said.

"It's worse than anything you can think of," Shiina said.

This finger seemed to be a sign, telling her that she was leaving human beings.

Being Shiina Mashiro's bodyguard is actually very easy, because she is different from others, she has no intention of doing anything wrong with her own ability, and she will not run around casually.

Her route was set, she would wake up during the day, sometimes eat breakfast while walking, and go to the park to draw pictures. Zhongya Nakahara stayed with her for a few days, and she was able to retell the boring life trajectory of this girl and write it in the report Hand it in above.

Different from her absolutely boring life, let alone a teenage girl, even an ascetic who has lived in a monastery for decades may not be able to bear it. Her paintings are the catharsis of all her emotions mouth.Zhong Yuanzhong also watched the painting take shape under her brush little by little, and every time the mafia at the port collected materials for her, he handed them to her by himself.

Indian bezoar, the powdered golden color of Egyptian mummies.The silvery white of the outer space meteorite bought at a high price from NASA.The raw materials are all weird and picky, you really think she is deliberately making things difficult.

Nakahara also watched Shiina Mashiro put those on a platform, and took something like a chemical instrument to grind them into powder, knead them into pigments and smear them on paper. It felt the same color as the canned pigments sold in convenience stores. How many.

But I have to say that this girl is a real genius. She uses these extremely small differences, light, brushes, and the texture of the canvas itself to create a world of her own on paper.

She paints herself, but the person in the painting is completely different from her. Her hair is golden as if the light has been frozen, and her skin is white, between the cross-sections of freshly peeled eggs and milk. between.The folds between the clothes and the texture of the silk are drawn so lifelike that you want to feel the softness.

Shiina Mashiro said that this is a gift for someone, but Nakahara really doesn't understand who would want a girl's self-portrait as a gift, and he is not a loyal admirer.

But Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the painting, and just asked a question he had always wanted to ask.

"why…"

The beautiful girl in the painting, if someone can see the Mona Lisa as their goddess and life-long mate selection standard, then this painting will definitely arouse countless people's night dreams, but The girl's eye sockets are empty, and there is nothing inside, as if she is making a silent complaint to you outside the painting.

"Why didn't you draw the eyes?"

Shiina Mashiro's brush paused for a moment.

The color that caused the paint to bleed on the canvas in this way highlighted its boundaries. She took the pen away and stared at the layer of color. The paint dried up at a speed that violated the laws of physics. She scooped up the piece of paint with a small spatula. Dropped off, and lowered her head again to prepare the raw materials she needed on those chemical instruments.

"Because I couldn't find that color."

When Shiina Mashiro's eyes were half down, they looked a little deeper because they couldn't see the light, as if they had condensed the original red in the pupils together.

When Nakahara looked at her, he saw the depths of it through the transparent lens, as if he wanted to directly see the nerves connected to the brain through her retina.

He was sure that her eyes were red, really red, but he couldn't describe what color they were. Even if they were photographed with a video camera and analyzed with a computer to analyze the spectrum, they probably couldn't be analyzed.

"I tried."

Shiina Mashiro said that on her right side there seemed to be some discarded raw materials: ruby ​​powder.Ashes of volcanic lava, processed blood of sacred cows.Priceless.

Even with the power of the port mafia, it took a lot of effort to collect them, but now they are all piled up together, red on top of each other, spreading across the grass, like a pile of garbage that hasn't had time to deal with .

"Not at all." Shiina Mashiro said.

Her light golden eyelashes drooped slightly, concealing the redness in her eyes.

Day by day, the closer Shiina Mashiro's paintings are to completion, the more unbearable the empty eye sockets become.

The port mafia is fully cooperating, collecting the paint she needs from all over the world (and sometimes from outer space), just hoping that the girl can finish her painting and leave this world as soon as possible.

Nakahara also knew what she had done in another world, and the same memory was input to Mori Ogai. Others didn't know, but they vaguely caught some traces from the secretive words of the leaders and cadres. The traces are enough for them to fear.

Facing the forces beyond their control, there are only a few things that people can do, or try their best to eliminate them, if they can't be eliminated, then let her leave her place as soon as possible, and then harm whoever she wants to harm.

Shiina Mashiro was supposed to be expelled from the country, or at least out of this city, but her attack range was really too big. In that future, Shiina Mashiro turned the whole world into a vast ocean within 5 minutes, which made Even if she is exiled to the North Pole, as long as she writes and draws on the snow under her body, she can turn all human beings into a pile of soaked chickens before the polar bear's claws slap her head off.

therefore…

"We found the paint you said was the most likely." Zhongya Nakahara said to her with his hands in his pockets.

Since Shiina Mashiro finished dealing with the light and shadow a few days ago, she just stared at the empty eye sockets in the painting that were at the same level as her eyes in a daze. No guilt at all.

"You and I go to the headquarters of Hong Kong and Black to get it."

"...?"

Zhenbai raised her head to look at him strangely. All the raw materials used to be sent to her by Nakahara Chuya, even those special raw materials that need to be collected from living bodies are the same.

Shiina Mashiro's eyes fell on him with weight like substance, "Is it a very special paint?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded.

She put down the paintbrush in her hand and walked away from the easel.

Without the barrier of the person in front of her, the empty eye sockets of the girl in the portrait are facing Chuya Zhongyuan.

"Then I'll go."

Chuya Chuya's footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.

He is half a step ahead of Shiina Mashiro, and as a bodyguard, it is very unprofessional to go ahead of his own protector, but this is also impossible, because Shiina Mashiro has absolutely no knowledge of the internal structure of Hong Kong black, and Obviously, he has no intention of understanding, so he can only lead the way.

His face was as usual, but his hands were slightly clenched in the cuffs of his suit. Everyone here has been evacuated, except for the necessary 'props' for acting.

He didn't know why the leader did this, but what he needed to do as a subordinate was not to question or ask why, but to just follow through.

But if it was Nakahara Chuya, he would definitely not have seen this girl's spirit so fragile—he saw Shiina Mashiro shaking her hand when she was sharpening a pencil the other day, and the blade fell straight into her arm. I looked down at the place where the tip of the knife touched my skin, looked at the blood oozing out, looked at the dermal tissue and fat on the cross-section of the tip of the knife, and painted the knife as if nothing had happened. , before continuing to sharpen her pencil.

He would never rekindle the fire in this girl's heart when her mental state was already so fragile and the lead wire of this sex had burned so short.

But Mr. Sen seems to have his own ideas, and he has nothing to fear.

He was sure that as long as he didn't do any harm to her, nothing would happen in this world.

"All they need is for her to continue painting and finish this painting, do you understand?"

Mori Ogai looked at her like this, "It's as if everyone is a kind of chess piece for their superiors, you are my chess piece, and I am Yokohama's chess piece, and she is also a chess piece for those greater and more unknown existences." It's just a pawn, they need her to finish that painting, use this painting as a bridge for them to communicate with the world, and then come to this world."

"Otherwise, some people may be worried about her own safety. But it doesn't matter about her mood at all. Yes, she can indeed write profane runes on the wall again when she is driven crazy, just like she used to It's the same thing, but it takes preparation time, and before she does, we can knock her arm off with a bullet or..."

"Maybe doing this will lead to, as you said, those paintings are to stop all this, they are to protect her body, so that she can continue to function as a tool and continue to paint. Then other euphemistic methods can also be used To stop this. There is a lot we can do, she is just a teenage girl with no training."

"But now we are not going to do this, I am not going to be an enemy of her, Shiina Mashiro will be our guest, and her ability will be used by us just like the sun shines on the earth, but..."

"Don't you think that the reason why she is so insecure about this world is because the only connection she has established with this world after she came to this world, Dazai Osamu, is acting too insecure?"

Nakahara also felt that anyone would want to commit suicide after staying with that idiot Dazai Osamu for a day. Shiina Mashiro had been living with him for more than a month, and he couldn't resist jumping into the river when he was passing by. Feel incredible.

"…what do you mean?"

"A heart is very small, especially a girl's heart." There was a smile in Mori Ogai's eyes, this kind of smile was like a hook, nailing Nakahara Chuya's foot firmly in place .

"Kick out one person, and another person can live in."

The process may be very painful, accompanied by tears and blood.

Nakahara also recalled the previous scene, and brought Shiina Mashiro to the place where she was originally scheduled to come.

For some reason, after all that happened, Osamu Dazai continued to stay in the mafia like nothing happened, and Mori Ogai was very calm about it, 'He has nowhere to go after all. '

Osamu Dazai lived in darkness, not to mention seeing the light, he didn't even know the necessity of seeing the light.

He often does some bloody things, so that when Mori Ogai decided to use it as a means to tarnish his image, Nakahara also felt strange—could it be that this person never exposed his dark side to that girl Pass?

He stopped at the door, and Shiina Mashiro's hands gently grabbed the clothes on her chest, and she smelled something.

Like rust, a warmer and more lively smell, she had smelled a similar smell in the interrogation room, but this time it was stronger.

She stared at the crack where the iron door in front touched the floor, as if she wanted to see the scene inside through the darkness.

"...Is the paint in there?"

In fact, Shiina Mashiro didn't really believe it herself, she wanted to step back a little bit, but she also felt that there was something in it that she had to face, and she couldn't do it if she didn't see it.

In the past, she was taken by her family to the slums of African countries. The scene there made her regret that she could sit in the studio in comfortable clothes and paint without threatening her life. She wanted to close her eyes at that time, but her father did not Hold her eyes open and tell her she must watch.

"If you don't read it," Dad said, "you'll never be able to draw it."

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't nod, nor did he speak to her, there was only one thing he had to do.

Prepared to be killed by the runaway Shiina Mashiro, Nakahara Chuya put his hand on the door, took a deep breath, and the door was pushed open in front of Shiina Mashiro.

A dim yellow light was turned on in the room. This light is very insufficient for the overly empty space. It only illuminates a little bit, but it is better than everything Shiina Mashiro has ever painted, seen, or dreamed of. Even more contrary to human nature.

Overall it's white, red and black.

The white that has not been stained, the red that is constantly gushing out from the human body, the red that has accumulated too much for too long and oxidized and turned into black.

Shiina Mashiro did not move forward, and when Nakahara Nakaya took a step forward, the soles of his shoes touched something soft on the ground, making a sound like a jelly being trampled.

The sound made her stomach twitch, and she put her hand over her mouth as the morning food poured into her mouth, trying to stop the constant

Vomit that pours into the mouth.

Shiina Mashiro's tears flowed down all at once, and her red eyes opened wide to face all this.

He didn't seem to have expected her coming. When the door opened, Osamu Dazai pinched the glove of the other hand with his thumb and forefinger to take it off.The light shone on his face, half of his face was hidden in the shadows, and the other half was as indifferent as a god in a church.

The neck of the man tied to the chair in front of him was tilted sideways at an angle that was completely impossible for normal people.When the light shone on the man, he let out a sob, and the blood gushed out from the severed throat and splashed onto Osamu Dazai's face.

His eyes met Shiina Mashiro's through the blood.

Before he could say anything, Shiina Mashiro turned around and ran away without looking back.