Chapter 460 Death Is the Final Tenderness

"You are really talented, Vincent."

The second sister looked at the oil painting in front of her.

"But. I can feel that you are missing something, a kind of vitality."

Admiring the painting, the second sister frowned and said to Vincent: "Something you may have had but lost on the journey."

"Lost things?"

Hearing the words of the second sister, Vincent was stunned.

He looked down at his hands.

My hands holding the paintbrush, wanting to hold the hands of thousands of dazzling people, what did I lose?

The past scenes flashed before my eyes.

When I was in college, the teacher threw my paintings on the ground.

"Talent? Maybe you have a little bit, Vincent, but it won't bring you anything."

The teacher looked at himself kneeling on the ground and said something in a cold tone that made him fall off the cliff.

When I was a child, I hid in the attic alone and drew pictures I liked with crayons.

It was summer, the attic was hot and stuffy, but I enjoyed it.

I stayed there until I fell asleep in the attic. My parents couldn't find me and even called the police.

"I"

Recalling the scenes, a confused look appeared on Vincent's face.

What exactly did he lack?

"Why don't I be your model?"

The second sister saw Vincent's confusion and said to him with a smile.

"Model? Is it really possible?"

Vincent asked in surprise that his second sister wanted to be his model.

"Of course, it's my honor."

While talking, the second sister took off her coat and put it beside her, and pulled the chair next to her and sat down.

Looking at the woman who was sitting quietly in front of him and gave him a strange feeling, Vincent suddenly felt a surge of inspiration in his heart.

It was not an ordinary painting inspiration, but a feeling he had never had before, a feeling that brought vitality.

Excited, he sat down, prepared the drawing board, and picked up the pencil.

Looking at the smiling second sister, Vincent took a deep breath.

What he had been waiting for was such an opportunity.

It was at this moment that he could add what he had lost long ago to his painting.

Forcing himself to calm down, Vincent quickly used a pencil to sketch a simple sketch, and then used oil paint to color it.

The second sister of death just sat quietly in the chair, quietly watching Vincent using a brush to sketch her appearance.

Looking at Vincent, the second sister remembered a little girl she had met before.

When she took her away, she looked at her with eyes as cold as ice, distant and conceited.

"What else do you want?"

With just this one sentence, the little girl hurt her and made her start thinking.

When humans face death, they always show shock, or sadness, anger or worse.

Maybe they need a friendly face and a few words of comfort.

Maybe people are not ready to accept their gifts, but they still get it.

Many thoughts flashed through the second sister's mind, and she cast her eyes on Vincent who was particularly devoted.

Just like Vincent, he needs the gift she gave him.

I don't know how long it took, Vincent finally finished the oil painting.

Looking at the lifelike, mysterious and unspeakable woman in the painting, he exhaled deeply.

This painting in front of him should be his most satisfying work.

He finally found what he had lost, and poured it all into his work.

"Thank you."

Vincent wanted to thank the death of the model, but found that the woman sitting on the chair had disappeared.

Stunned, he looked around.

There were piles of papers in the room, and there was no sign of anyone.

He walked to the door, gently pushed it open and looked outside.

The cold wind whistled towards him, making him unconsciously wrap himself tightly.

"Is it a dream?!"

With a "bang", Vincent murmured in a low voice after closing the door.

He thought the other party's appearance might be a dream.

But reality quickly reminded him that he had stopped dreaming.

Somewhat melancholy, he walked to the oil painting and looked at his painting.

Sitting back on the sofa, Vincent used a lighter to light a cigarette.

Closing his eyes, thinking about his day's experience, he gradually felt tired.

He fell asleep with his eyelids fighting.

The cigarette in his hand fell from his fingers.

The cigarette fell on a piece of paper outside the sofa.

The burning paper soon set the whole room on fire.

Vincent, who was sleeping, didn't know the whole process until he was completely engulfed by the flames.

In the fiercely burning flames, Vincent vaguely saw the door of the room open.

"Death" re-entered his room.

Looking down at the flames surrounding him, Vincent quickly understood what happened.

He also guessed the identity of the second sister.

With a relieved smile on his lips, Vincent thanked the second sister who was walking towards him.

"Thank you, thank you for making my life meaningful."

In the burning flames, the second sister reached out to him.

Vincent's soul, in the burning flames, changed from an adult to the boy painting in the attic.

Looking down at the boy, the second sister held out her hand to him, "So, can we go now?"

Squatting down, she held Vincent's hand, "To the unknown future."

Vincent nodded, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he held his second sister's hand.

A white light slowly appeared in front of the two of them, and the second sister took Vincent's hand and slowly walked towards the white light.

Before leaving the room, the second sister turned around and glanced at the oil painting of herself.

"Goodbye!"

Soon the sound of the fire truck sounded on this street.

The fire spread quickly, and the fire truck immediately rushed to the scene.

After connecting the fire hydrant, the water column rushed towards the flames.

Half an hour later, the fire truck put out the fire.

After breaking the door and entering, the firefighters found Vincent's body.

After calling a nearby hospital to take the body away, a firefighter soon discovered a scene that stunned him.

In a corner of the room, there was an intact oil painting.

With a shocked face, he walked in front of the oil painting.

Other firefighters also noticed this incredible scene, walked to the painting, and looked at each other in surprise.

"It's incredible, isn't it? Everything in the room was burned, only this one is intact."

The first firefighter said to the other firefighters in an unbelievable tone.

Under the gaze of everyone, "Death" in the painting was wearing a black outfit and a cross necklace on his chest.

"Death" put his hands together and held the necklace in his palms, looking up at the sky, showing a sad but still hopeful look.

The next day.

Metropolis.

"Dad, are you sure it's okay?"

In the speeding car, Raven asked Peter while sitting in the passenger seat.

Peter was driving, and Mark and Star-Lord were sitting in the back seat.

Raven had already told Peter about Sandman's escape.

She didn't understand why her father brought her and Mark to Metropolis as if nothing had happened.

And he also brought her, Mark and Star-Lord to the concert.

Although she was indeed interested in the concert and the concert had been arranged, she still felt that it was safer to stay at home for now.

"Don't worry too much, Raven. Even if the Sandman has escaped, his target is still me."

Peter said to Raven: "And I believe he won't make things difficult for others."

Peter was a little surprised when he first learned from Raven that the Sandman had escaped.

But he soon calmed down and continued his behavior.

While sending Mark and the other two to listen to music, he took the opportunity to visit Sam Ryan.

Since the Battle of Metropolis, Sam Ryan has been staying in Metropolis and has not returned to Washington to work.

"But, Dad, do you think he is a good person?"

"No, Raven, it is not accurate to describe him as a good person or a bad person. They are not simply divided into good and bad people."

Raven nodded, looked at the scenery flashing outside the car window, and asked Peter: "Dad, what exactly is the Endless Family?"

While driving, Peter said to Raven: "They are the personification of some concepts in the real world. They are composed of seven members, and their "ages" are destiny, death, dream, destruction, desire, despair and madness."

"Who is the most powerful? Dad."

Raven frowned and asked: "Is it Sandman?"

"No."

Peter shook his head and said: "It's Death."

"Why her? Dad."

Peter recalled what he knew about this "second sister" in the DC world in his previous life, and thought about it. Then he said to Raven:

"Death is not only a god, the rules of her incarnation are more complicated. She is the physical personification of the power of the universe, an abstract concept. If death wants, it can appear in any physical form and can also travel through any dimension of life.

She has almost unlimited power and is almost omnipotent. She can only be killed in the way she allows. Otherwise, even if she is destroyed by other powerful forces, she will be reborn immediately and restore her appearance before being destroyed."

"An ordinary person can see death twice in his life, once when they die and the other time when they are just born."

Mark interrupted him and asked, "Dad, has anyone seen her three times?"

"Maybe, if it happens, that person must be very lucky."

Peter said to Mark and stepped on the brakes.

When stopping and waiting for the red light, Peter said to Raven and Mark, "But I think most people don't want to see her."

"I don't think death is scary."

Mark said to Peter.

"As for death, it's too far away for you, Mark."

Peter started the car while talking.

With a "squeak", Peter suddenly stepped on the brakes.