Chapter 1933: U-Transcendence Event (Twenty-Four).

The priest was led out of Isabel's bedroom. He made a cross on his chest and said to Hancock who was waiting at the door: "Okay, sir, I checked it. There is no residual holy water power for the time being, but if you find anything abnormal later, please contact me as soon as possible. ◆𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞Search𝐬𝐭𝐨𝟓𝟐𝟎.𝐜𝐨𝐦◆"

Hancock nodded at him. Although he was a little surprised that the priest suddenly said in the evening that he wanted to check the residual holy water power, he thought it was just a way for the priest to ask for benefits.

Mr. Nehelet wrote a donation check for the priest's church. After handing it to the priest, the priest did not refuse. He just made a cross on his chest and said, "I will pray for the young lady of your house, and for you. God bless you."

The priest carrying the box slowly walked out of the Nehelet family manor. He stood in front of the black and gray manor gate, looked back at the manor building, turned around and pushed the door to leave.

In the swaying of the gray tree shadows on the skyline and the cold wind, accompanied by the heavy bells of the Nehelet family, the car disappeared at the end of the twilight road.

And a pale little girl in the window was watching his figure, and the note in her hand was written in cursive English: "Wait for me at the old place-doctor."

Before the dinner began, Schiller came to the Nehelet family's garden, which was also bleak, with dark brown branches, dark green cold forest leaves and dark black soil. Schiller lowered his head through the ghost claw-like willow branches and saw Isabel on the swing in front.

Isabel still stared at Schiller with that straight look, but Schiller didn't care. He sat on another swing next to him and swung gently.

Just when he turned his head to look at Isabel, Isabel shook her head at him, then turned her head back and looked in one direction of the garden.

There was the porch of the building opposite. A small black shadow flashed by. Schiller recognized that it was the little boy Henry who was frightened by Isabel before. He was hiding behind a big flower pot and peeping in secret.

Schiller bent down and picked up a branch from the ground. As if he was playing with it out of boredom, he asked Isabel some homely questions. Isabel lowered her head and remained silent, not saying a word, while the little boy Henry kept watching here.

Schiller used his fingers to remove the outer bark of the dry branch, and seemed to change the subject unintentionally: "Can you draw, Isabel?"

Isabel shook her head and still didn't speak.

"I think you have a pair of hands that are quite suitable for drawing." Schiller glanced at Isabel and said, "Maybe you should try drawing. You only need a piece of white paper and a pencil, and you can get a beautiful pencil drawing."

Schiller used his palm and the half-barked dead branch in his hand to gesture, and he said: "Look, this is called 'side edge', which is usually used to lay a large area of ​​gray tone, and this is called 'half side edge', which can be used to arrange lines or small areas of tone."

"Of course, there is also outlining. Do you know how to outline? Outlining requires 'standing edge', just like standing the pencil like this." Schiller held one end of the branch perpendicular to his palm and said: "You need to use a little force. Of course, the most important thing is that if you want to get sharp and clean lines, you have to sharpen the pencil a little."

"Do you know that the lead of the pencil also has different hardness? Depending on the hardness of the graphite, it can be left in the painting. The color concentration on the paper is also different. "

"Softer pencils are used to lay dark colors, like this." Schiele used the side edge technique to paint on the palm of his hand. He said: "A lot of color will remain on the paper, because the soft pencil core is loose."

"But hard pencils are used to draw bright tones. Sharpen the pencil and gently draw lines. Only a small part of the color will remain on the paper because the pencil core is very hard."

"Of course, Isabel, remember to try not to sharpen the pencil yourself. You can ask the housekeeper to help you, otherwise it will hurt your hand. "

Schiele reached out and touched Isabel's head. Isabel did not dodge or resist, but just sat there blankly. She said: "You will be a good painter, I guarantee it."

Schiele threw away the branch and stood up, leaving without looking back. Isabel looked at the dead branch he threw on the ground, and another emotion suddenly flashed in her dull eyes.

During the dinner, people gathered in the hall and talked in twos and threes. Batman was talking to Mr. Nehelet, Natasha was smiling in front of the serious and old-fashioned Hancock, and Batman and Mrs. Nehelet started chatting.

Sure enough, after the farce in the afternoon, they each found a breakthrough. Schiller did not go over to interfere, but walked to the dining table silently and sat down in advance.

The old butler who greeted them at the beginning came forward and handed Schiller a glass of water, and said: "Did you suggest Miss Isabel to draw pencil drawings?"

Schiller looked at him with some doubts, and the old butler hurriedly said: "She just asked me if the studio in the manor was open. I asked her what she wanted to do, and she said that a doctor suggested that she draw pencil drawings to relieve her emotions."

"Oh." Schiller smiled with relief and said, "This is not a professional medical advice. I just like painting. I saw that Miss Isabel had a pair of painter's hands, so I chatted with her briefly. I didn't expect that she was really interested."

Schiller sighed softly and said, "I have seen many people who can find peace in the pursuit of art. I am not sure whether this is effective for the young man and young lady of your house, but it is also good to kill some time."

The housekeeper also sighed and said, "To be honest, we have tried almost any method to calm Miss Isabel down, but it is quite difficult."

"My nephew is on duty in the garden. He is worried every day. He is afraid that Miss Isabel will hurt others and herself. Maybe it is true as you said. Diverting attention will be fine."

Schiller smiled at him, picked up the water glass and drank a sip of water, and then he found a small figure standing on the side of the door of the restaurant. The boy named Henry was eavesdropping again.

The opponent's concealment skills are quite advanced for a boy of seven or eight years old, and it is not easy for an adult to find it, but it is a world of difference compared to Batman.

Schiller sat in a position where he could not see him from any angle, but unfortunately the cup was reflective and the restaurant was not lit. In the dim light, the surface of the glassware could clearly reflect the figure of a person. The moment the old butler put down the cup, Schiller found Henry's figure.

"Henry, Henry!" A female voice called out. Schiller recognized that it was Mrs. Nehelet's voice, so he stood up and nodded to the butler and walked towards Mrs. Nehelet.

"Oh, Dr. Schiller, did Henry disturb you? I told him not to stand at the door all the time. Come here, Henry, don't be so rude, come and say hello to Mr. Wayne and Dr. Schiller."

Schiller saw Henry curl his lips with obvious disdain. These little expressions that he thought were hidden, in Schiller's opinion, almost wrote his inner emotions on his face.

The boy seemed to despise his mother, so he stood there for a few seconds before walking over as if he had just heard her. Sure enough, Mrs. Nehelet was a little embarrassed.

Schiller squatted down gently, facing Henry, touched his head, patted his shoulder and said, "Hello, Master Henry."

Then he asked some homely questions such as how old he was this year and what grade he was in. Schiller stood up and looked at Mrs. Nehelet again and continued to chat with her.

He saw a trace of unbelievable anger on Henry's face from the corner of his eye. He crossed his arms with a subtle movement, then lowered his eyes and looked at his hands.

He seemed to want to find an opportunity to interrupt, but Schiller and Bei Bat kept talking, and he couldn't find a chance to speak. Until the end of the dinner, Henry kept staring at Schiller.

After dinner, Schiller went for a walk in the garden. In fact, he saw a small figure in a room draw the curtains and turn out the door the moment he entered the garden, but he pretended not to see it and went to the swing area, as if looking for Isabel.

But Isabel didn't come today. Schiller stood for a while and then walked back, but suddenly a small figure rushed out at the corner and knocked Schiller off balance.

The boy was knocked to the ground, and Schiller immediately went over to help him up, and then looked at the things scattered on the ground.

It was a sketch board with drawing paper, two pencils and an eraser.

Schiller's eyes immediately fell on the painting on the sketch board. He walked over, bent down, picked up the sketch board, pencils and erasers, and looked at the painting on the drawing paper attentively.

The painting was of the clock tower of Nehelet Manor. A crow landed on the eaves of the clock tower, and the pointer of the clock tower happened to point to the crow at the same time, and the crow also looked back at the pointer.

This is a very clever diagonal echoing composition, which makes people easily think of the crow combing its feathers on the bell tower in the twilight, and it became curious about the pointer pointing at itself, so it looked back, which is a kind of Gothic black humor.

"Did you draw this?" Schiele put down the sketchbook and asked Henry, who nodded.

Schiele looked at the two pencils in his hand again. One pencil had a thicker lead, which was a soft pencil, and the other had a thinner lead, which was a hard pencil.

But unfortunately, this painting was drawn with charcoal.

Because the crow's feathers are very black, the traces of the applied carbon powder are clearly visible, which is completely different from the traces of ordinary pencil painting. Therefore, it is very easy to identify that this is a charcoal drawing rather than a pencil drawing. The difference between the two is actually very large.

Even if this is a pencil drawing, it takes at least ten pencils from soft to hard to shape it to this extent. Even the eraser needs a soft eraser for light rubbing and heavy tones, a hard eraser for polishing, and a sharp eraser for drawing highlights after sharpening. It is not something that an eraser that looks like a child's homework can handle.

The most important evidence is that charcoal drawings require a lot of fixative, and the state of the paper surface can tell when the fixative was sprayed. This painting was probably completed two years ago.

Schiele squatted down and returned the sketchpad to Henry and said, "It's not good to claim someone else's work, sir. This is unlikely to be your painting. If you want to move this painting somewhere else, you'd better be a little careful not to dirty it. You should cherish other people's artistic creations."

Henry stared at Schiele with that angry and unbelievable expression again. The childish innocence on his face almost completely faded, leaving only hatred and indifference.

The next morning, Schiele found the crow bell tower painting that had been stepped on several times, thrown into the water and crumpled into a ball in a corner of the garden bushes without any surprise.

What a born bad seed, Schiele thought, fortunately I am too.

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