Chapter 1621 Fishing Day (XIV)

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

"I draw all kinds of subjects, but most of them are charcoal and pencil drawings. It's a bit troublesome to clean up the paint, so I prefer sketches with large areas of white space."

Natasha nodded, and then Schiller continued: "I just brought 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'm already past the age of not eating, drinking or sleeping for romance. Am I acting like an old lady?"

"Again, we are all shadows of the past. Keep this posture as still as possible for ten minutes."

Schiller took out a sketch board from his luggage bag, wrapped the charcoal stick with a tissue and began to paint on the paper.

Even before ten minutes had passed, Natasha saw Schiele handing over the drawing board. She was a little surprised and said, "So fast?"

Schiele's speed of painting made Natasha not have high expectations for the level of this painting, because in her eyes as an outsider, the longer the painting takes, the more refined it should be, and the higher the level should be. This kind of sketch of more than ten minutes is inevitably a bit sloppy.

But when Natasha saw the portrait on the paper, she was stunned. The face of the beautiful woman sketched on the paper was not sloppy at all. The hair was a black block, which made the cheeks look particularly bright. The shadow was a charcoal powder that was kneaded. It was thick at first, but in the end it had a gray transparency, just like the shadow under the light.

There were few colored parts and a lot of white space, but under the high-intensity light and dark contrast, the light feeling was more and more intense.

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

"This is a perfect way to fool laymen."

Schiller's words made Natasha look at him. Schiller smiled and continued: "In fact, the details are far from being good. Using strong light and dark to shape the volume will make the picture very impactful, and most laymen who do not have professional knowledge can only feel the impact of the picture."

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

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

"Look at this." Strange turned over a piece of draft paper and showed it to Stark next to him. The moment Stark saw the painting, his pupils shrank, as if he saw a strong light.

It was a female portrait with a strong sense of light. The large patches of charcoal shadows made the blank area in the middle look like a beautiful woman's face at noon. The facial features were hazy and the details were unclear, but it was quite atmospheric.

"Schiller can't draw, right?" Stark asked in a positive tone. He recalled and continued, "I asked him to help me draw auxiliary lines for a parts drawing, and he drew them crookedly."

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

"Industrial drawing is completely different from this." Stark shook his head and said, "Or two opposite extremes. Industrial drawing requires complete precision, which is no different from mathematical calculations, but art is about atmosphere rendering. The more hazy and the more associations it can cause, the better."

But Stark still looked down at the painting and said, "In my opinion, this painting has done it all. 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 turned over several pieces of paper in a row and found that they were all like this, with a strong sense of light, a hazy portrait, and an atmosphere full of beauty, but it was completely impossible to see who the model was.

"This should be the painting of the original Schiele, right? His dream lover." Stark simply sat on the ground and began to look through the paintings one by one and said, "Could he commit suicide for love?"

But at this moment, Strange turned over an unusual test report on the side of the bottom of the box. He took a look and said, "Brain area scan... Schizophrenia pre-test? The original Schiele had schizophrenia?"

Strange looked 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 paintings were particularly sacred with thick black hair or black backgrounds that set off white faces, but the folding painting in Strange's hand was completely the opposite. The hair was sparse, a few lines were drawn, the background was completely blank, the facial features were very carefully portrayed, but each organ was covered with dense shadows, with only a very thin white space.

"Who is this?" Stark squinted at the painting in Strange's hand. He could see that the woman's facial features were not black, but there was too much ink on her face, and her entire face was covered in 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 continued to look back and found that the paintings behind were getting weirder and weirder.

The originally blurred facial features gradually became clear, sometimes revealing the content, sometimes appearing cruel and bloodthirsty, but often with a weird tenderness or a little temptation of desire.

"He may really have some mental problems." Strange looked up and down at the painting and said: "This may be the hallucination he saw when he was mentally ill. Otherwise, it is difficult to explain why the style of the painting changed so suddenly and there are so many details of expression."

"Artists are crazy."

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

Stark had nothing to say. He stared at those weird paintings and felt a little scared, so he stacked them all up and put them back in the box, stood up and went back into the bedroom.

There was a desk in the bedroom. Stark walked to the desk and casually flipped through a few books on the shelf. His eyes were fixed on the name of one of them - "How We Go to Die".

Stark's fingers slid across the spine of the book. Strange came behind him, stared at the names of the books and said, "Even if death education is an indispensable part of life, don't the books 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 deserves sympathy."

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

"What are you doing?" Stark asked.

Strange did not respond. 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."

"Yes, after all, he is dead..."

"No, not that death, it's the real 'death'." Strange turned around and looked up and down at the room and said, "The breath is very, very thin. It should have been a long time."

"That goddess?" Stark asked a little surprised.

"Don't tell me you don't know that death will haunt certain beings, making them see illusions similar to their dream lovers, and then make them provide him with more death. Thanos is one of them."

Strange half-knelt on the ground again, took out the paintings in the box, and said: "According to Loki's description of his experience, Thanos once mentioned that he had seen a beautiful woman guiding him to a desolate and deep country several nights. She said that there would be their love nest as long as he could keep her appointment."

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

"Why does he always ignore the big things? Even for a trivial matter, he had to negotiate with death? There are obviously thousands of simpler ways than that..."

Strange looked around again and speculated: "The original Schiller may have been influenced by death and chose to commit suicide to keep her appointment. In other words, the first person that Dr. Schiller met later was 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 keep her appointment several times... God, are they dating? ! "

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

Here, both of them fell into a blind spot in thinking. The preconceived impression that Schiller could not paint made them think that the paintings that appeared in Schiller's previous residence could only be left by the previous Schiller. Combined with the wine bottles and drugs, it is inevitable that all this will be introduced into the conjecture of the downtrodden and crazy artist.

Thinking of some small details that have long been doubted in the past, it is easy to make people think that "you see, I said something is wrong a long time ago."

Humans are quite good at bringing their current situations into various descriptions that are actually not accurate, just like Baidu started with cancer diagnosis, and just like when taking emotional tests, they felt that those adjectives were extremely suitable for themselves.

"We have to ask Loki." Strange thought for a while and said, "She is the only one who deals with Thanos more. We should ask Thanos whether these paintings are about death."

At this time, Loki was still flipping through the album in Schiller's bedroom, but she suddenly heard a subtle thunder coming from beside her. Loki seemed to be used to it, sighed helplessly, closed the album in her hand and looked at the balcony. Sure enough, Thor was standing there.

"Why are you still here?" Thor stuck his head in from the balcony window and said, "Frigga is looking for you everywhere. You are the protagonist of her ancient blind date plan."

Speaking of this, Loki was even more helpless, while Thor waved his hand outside and said, "How does that sentence go? Mom is always right. You should know that running is useless, right?"

After he finished speaking, he remembered to see where this was. Thor took two steps back and looked outside the building. After seeing the familiar door, he said in surprise, "Isn't this Dr. Schiller's clinic? Where is he? What are you doing here?"

"I'll come in and see."

Thor reacted faster than anyone else in this aspect. His mind was instantly alarmed, and he even completely ignored the image of the God King and climbed up from the balcony window at the fastest speed.

Thor first took a look at the neatly folded bedding, breathed a sigh of relief, and then took a look at the relatively clean environment around him. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Thor's eyes fell on Loki's face.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came here to take a look. I got permission."

Thor took two steps forward. His burly body squeezed Loki so that there was almost no place for him to stand. His eyes passed Loki's shoulders and stopped at the album on the table.

Thor glanced at Loki, turned sideways and was about to reach out for the album. With a "snap", his other hand pressed on the end of the album. Loki turned her head and looked at Thor through the gap in her hair and said, "This is Dr. Schiller's personal property. You can't move it at will."

"Then why did you move it?"

"I got permission."

Thor's eyes became more suspicious. He stared at Loki's eyes and said, "Let go, let me see."

"No..."

"Let go!"