Section 2519 Gallery and Specimen Room

Angel used his mental power to sense the general layout of the castle.

After sensing it, Angel's face looked a little heavy.

"My Lord, have you found anything?" Ms. Melo's observation was very meticulous, and she noticed the change in Angel's expression at the first time. On the surface, it was an inquiry, but more of a concern.

Angel: "Nothing, I found the way to the upper floor, follow me."

Angel didn't say much, and turned around to lead the way.

Because of the human turntable incident just now, everyone was still a little dazed at this time, and they all took the initiative to become silent, just quietly following Angel.

Soon, they came to a corridor.

Occasionally, servants with their heads down passed by in the corridor, but overall, this corridor seemed to be at least relatively calm to everyone.

But, this was just what they thought.

Occasionally, there were paintings on both sides of the corridor. The content of the paintings was not at all inappropriate, but rather showed some innocent taste.

Everyone looked at these paintings, and their mood seemed to calm down a little, and some people whispered about which painting was good-looking.

Only Sybil noticed that when Ms. Mellot looked at the paintings, her brows slightly frowned.

Sybil had learned etiquette from Ms. Mellot and had spent a long time with her. She admired and understood this elegant and calm teacher. Ms. Mellot was very particular about etiquette, and frowning was a deliberate act when some nobles were treated unreasonably at banquets. Otherwise, it was a little impolite to do this action when there were people around.

Sybil could see that Ms. Mellot's frown was a subconscious action. She didn't seem to like those paintings, and even... some disgust.

After coming to this conclusion, Sybil looked at the paintings in the corridor with a little more care.

When passing another painting that looked full of sunshine and rain, Sybil whispered: "Can I touch this painting?"

The object of Sybil's inquiry was naturally Ms. Mellot, but before Ms. Mellot could respond, Ingres stopped first: "Why do you want to touch this painting? Because you like it?"

Sybil opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer. In fact, she didn't find anything. She just wanted to find out why Ms. Melo didn't like these paintings. Was there something strange about these paintings?

Seeing Sibyl's hesitation, Ingres probably understood that Sibyl probably didn't know the truth yet. She probably noticed something from some details.

Thinking of this, Ingres said softly: "You can touch it if you want. There is no mechanism on these paintings."

Sibyl glanced at Ms. Melo again, but Ms. Melo avoided her eyes and remained silent.

Sibyl paused for two seconds. Out of curiosity, she reached out and touched the painting of sunshine and rain.

After touching it, Sibyl's expression was slightly puzzled.

However, before Sibyl could say anything, Ingres turned around and said: "Keep going after touching it. Don't delay."

Everyone followed. Perhaps Sibyl's behavior of touching the painting attracted Ingres' attention. This group of gifted people who didn't notice the abnormality also began to be curious about the painting. However, they did not dare to touch her casually, so they could only approach Sibyl, hoping to get an answer from her.

The fat man asked first, but Sibyl ignored him. Or rather, Sibyl basically ignored everyone except other gifted people, especially men, along the way.

It was not that she had a shadow on men, but simply felt that men of this age, teenagers of twelve or thirteen years old, were too naive. Especially a teenager with gauze wrapped around his hands, who was not only naive, but also had daydreams.

The fat man saw that Sibyl ignored him, and although he was a little angry in his heart, he did not dare to get angry. They all saw the relationship between Sibyl and Ms. Melo.

But they were really itchy and really curious about what Sibyl touched, so the fat man looked at Ameisha on the side.

Ameisha was not as cold as Sibyl. She could communicate and get along with others calmly, but they were all distant.

Ameisha understood the fat man's eyes.

She was actually curious about the paintings. After thinking for a while, she walked to Sybil and whispered, "It has nothing to do with other people. I'm just curious. What did you find in those paintings?"

Sybil didn't have much opinion on Ameisha. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Actually, I didn't find anything..."

Ameisha was stunned for a moment: "Then why did you look puzzled when you touched the painting just now?"

Sybil didn't hide it and said bluntly, "I just feel that the drawing paper doesn't feel like ordinary paper. It's very warm and smooth, and feels good. Because I usually draw, I still have some understanding of drawing paper. I have never touched this type of paper. It is probably some kind of high-end drawing paper that I can't touch at my level."

Sybil meant that this might be some kind of drawing paper that only exists in the wizarding world.

After she finished speaking, she also deliberately glanced at Ms. Melo, hoping to get an answer from her.

However, Ms. Melo didn't seem to hear their conversation and still didn't speak.

Ms. Melo's behavior made Sibyl even more curious. Relying on the fact that she was once Ms. Melo's student, Sibyl came to Ms. Melo and asked directly about the doubts in her heart.

Seeing that she couldn't avoid it, Ms. Melo sighed in her heart and still spoke, but she didn't point it out, but took a detour: "I remember that before you left, I went with you to see your mother. Your mother was holding your brother in her arms at that time, right?"

Sybil nodded.

"Have you ever hugged your brother?" Ms. Mero's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

But Sybil was by her side and still heard Ms. Mello's words.

Her brother was born at the end of last year, and he was still in the harmless infant stage. He was not disgusting, so Sybil had naturally hugged him. However, Sybil was a little confused. What did Ms. Merlot mean when she suddenly said this?

"Remember the feeling when you hugged your brother, and you will understand."

Sybil repeated in a low voice: "How does it feel when you hold your brother?"

Delicate, moist, light and soft, with a little force, it can leave a red mark on the delicate skin, but the feel is absolutely superb.

Feel? Gentle? exquisite? !

Sybil raised her head suddenly and looked at Ms. Mello with astonished eyes: "Is it the touch of skin?"

Sybil looked back at this long corridor. There was a painting every few steps. In total, there were at least dozens or even hundreds of paintings: "Are these all?"

Now that Ms. Melo has said this, she no longer hides anything and nods: "They are all, and they are all paintings made with the skin of the baby's back."

Hearing this, not only Sybil was shocked and speechless, but other gifted people were also speechless.

According to this logic, wouldn't the size of the painting be the age of the baby?

So the smaller the painting is, it means that the baby may have just been born, or even not yet full years old?

Thinking of this, their eyes turned to a nearby painting.

The size of the painting is about the size of two human hands combined, and it is still calculated as a woman. The painting was extremely small, with an innocent and cute child drawn on it... But at this time, no one felt that there was any trace of innocence in the painting.

Looking at the happy smile of the child in the painting, Amisha even covered her mouth and had the tendency to vomit.

The situation of others is similar to that of Amisha. Even if they are not physically injured, the psychological impact is difficult to heal in a short time, and may even be remembered for years or decades...

At this time, Angel, who was walking at the forefront, his expression had not changed at all, but it was difficult for outsiders to know what he was thinking in his heart.

Angel: "Is this what you call art?"

The other end of the psychic belt: "Huh? What did you see? A gallery or a specimen corridor?"

Angel: "Gallery."

Doakes: "Oh, those paintings made of skin? Well, in the realm of perversion, maybe art. But barely, in my opinion."

Angel: "So, you don't think you are a pervert?"

Doakes: "I haven't reached that level yet. But to be honest, these perverts who play with the human body are actually very childish. I saw a Karabit wizard's laboratory, and that was what really impressed me. Eye-opening, those..."

"I don't want to hear these irrelevant details." Angel paused: "Then what is the art you mentioned before? Human body turntable?"

Doakes: "Of course not. Didn't I show you my imitation before? That's art!"

"The Hanged Man?" Angel asked doubtfully.

Doakes replied with some excitement: "Isn't your ultimate goal the two talented people? If you understand me, you will understand why I said, that is art! I believe you understand me, after all, we are Friends."

Perhaps because he felt that this sentence was a bit too arbitrary, Doakes quickly added: "Of course, even if you don't understand me, you are still a friend. There should be some spiritual distance between friends, just like lovers, and they will have more room for daydreams. "

Angel: "..." A space for reverie? It’s just a wild imagination!

He ignored Doakes, but the conversation with Doakes made Angel's depressed heart slightly relieved. He is also a little curious now, what does Doakes's so-called art look like?

Could Blazer and Crouch survive under such art?

...

After walking through the human skin gallery that made everyone's hair stand on end, they finally saw the stairs going up.

There is a person standing on the edge of every three stairs. From here, there are about eight people.

These people are holding all kinds of strange things in their hands, either weird clothes, shoes with steel nails, or bear knives with blood grooves...

There is no doubt that they all serve the princess.

When the princess goes to the second floor, she will probably change her clothes on this staircase while going upstairs?

Although there were people on the stairs, the strength of these people was not very high. Angel led everyone upstairs without anyone noticing.

After arriving on the second floor, Angel turned right and entered a corridor again.

There are no paintings in this corridor, but pots of brilliant flowers are occasionally placed on both sides. These flowers either smell poisonous or are carnivorous.

The effect is self-evident.

Because of the illusion, no one could see the power of these flowers. However, after Ms. Melo's explanation, everyone's hearts finally lifted again.

Sure enough, every place in the Princess's castle cannot be simple.

With this idea, everyone came to the end of the flower corridor, where there was a double door. Next to the door, the function behind the door is thoughtfully written with a love label: specimen room.

The font is crooked, like it was written by a child.

Everyone was a little frightened when they saw the word "specimen". What would be the specimen in the Princess's castle? Various human bodies?

While others were still preparing themselves mentally, Angel did not hesitate and pushed open the door.

It was called the specimen room, but it was actually the specimen corridor, and at the end was the staircase to the third floor. The princess' room was on the third floor, so this specimen room had to be walked through.

When Angel and Dox were chatting before, the other party clearly mentioned the gallery and the specimen corridor.

At least, in Dox's eyes, the two were probably on par with each other.

So what would the specimens here be?

When Angel walked in and saw the first sight, his pupils shrank slightly. Even though he had guessed, he still couldn't control his emotions when he really saw it.

I saw that the walls on both sides were full of densely packed heads.

These heads were all babies. There were men and women, and the skin also had various colors, arranged in a color spectrum, which was both a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder and a perverted obsession.

Even Angel almost showed his emotions, let alone others.

Some retched, some had weak legs, and some even cried in fear.

Fortunately, they hadn't eaten anything in the past few days, otherwise they would have vomited all over the floor. However, they still vomited some bile, but under Angel's control, it was all evaporated by the Er's magic fire.

Ms. Melo's face was also very ugly. Even if she was not afraid of human heads, she would probably be attacked by intensive phobia.

Looking at the people who couldn't move, Angel sighed and added some soothing power to the illusion around them.

Although soothing emotions was effective, everyone's faces were still pale and they didn't dare to move forward. Because the eyes of these babies' heads were open, walking among them seemed to be watched by them.

"Everyone, go, others with weak legs, help them, you have to watch even if you don't want to." Ms. Melo rarely said in a stern tone: "Or, do you want the princess who has finished her meal to serve you?"

Perhaps Ms. Melo's threat worked, and everyone still walked in.

The specimen corridor is about the same length as the gallery. Along the way, Angel understood what perverted "art" is.

At first, it was just a baby's head. Later, they grew older, from children to teenagers, then to young people, middle-aged people, and the last section was all old people.

And these people's expressions also include crying and laughing. They are specially treated like living people.

The overall transition is very natural, and the hair color and skin color are arranged according to the color spectrum. Ignoring the fact that it is a "head", the color of the entire corridor is very bright and very... lively.

However, this kind of "art" is probably understood by very few people. At least among the gifted people this time, there is no one who can understand it.

Perhaps, Guina and Feng Man, who were brought back by Angel, would understand it?

Walking through this bright but inexplicably depressing corridor, the stairs of the third floor appeared in front of them.

There was no one on this staircase, but there was a mechanism on the staircase. You must walk to the right place to go to the third floor, otherwise it will trigger the mechanism and fall into a kitchen on the lower floor where people are cut and bones are broken.

And these positions that will not trigger the mechanism, Angel took a look and probably knew the situation.

All the correct positions are some walking and jumping positions. Sometimes left, sometimes right, and sometimes there is a staircase between them.

Judging from the landing point, it is very similar to the walking and jumping routes of some mentally retarded children.