I don’t know how many years, maybe two or three years later - because Tahiti’s life is very slow, you won’t notice the passage of time. A man came to Dr. Kutlas and told him a message: Strickland is about to die.

Aita ran to the road, waved his hand, and stopped a carriage, which happened to be coming to Papiti to deliver the email. Aita asked the driver to take her to the doctor's house, but when she arrived at the doctor's house, the doctor just went out. When the doctor learned the news, it was already evening. Because it was too late, he could not set off immediately, so he could only wait until the next morning to leave. He took the bus to Tarawo first, and then walked seven kilometers to the Aita family. He didn't know that it was his last time to go to their house. He almost found the path because the road was covered with weeds and there was no trace of the pedestrians at all.

This road is difficult to walk. He sometimes wades through dangerous shoals, sometimes splits thorns, and sometimes climbs over rocks. Because there are some wild honeycombs on the branches, he has to be extremely careful to avoid being stung by wild bees. Everything is silent in the dense jungle.

When he walked to the wooden house that had not been decorated with paint, he couldn't help but sigh deeply. Now the house has become dilapidated and even a little unbearable to look at it. He walked slowly along the road to the balcony, where a child was having fun, but when the child saw him, he ran away quickly. Perhaps in the eyes of this child, strangers were all bad people. Dr. Kutlas noticed that the child was hiding behind the tree and looked at him secretly. He saw the open door and called out a few times, but heard no response. So he continued to walk in, knocking on the other door, but still no movement.

He raised his hand and twisted the door handle, opened the door, and then walked in. But the stench that came to his face almost made him vomit. He took out his handkerchief to cover his nose and forced himself to walk inside. The light in the room was very dim. He had just left the dazzling sunlight outside, and he couldn't see anything clearly at this time. When he gradually adapted to the dim light in the room, he couldn't help but be surprised. The room was completely a magical world, and he couldn't know where he was at this time. In the haze, he felt as if he had come to a primeval forest, under the lush and thick trees, more than a dozen naked people were playing casually. When he saw it clearly, he realized that the scenes around him were murals on the wall.

"Oh my God, I'm not overwhelmed by the heat, right?" he said to himself.

At this time, a figure appeared in his sight. He saw a man lying on the floor sobbing quietly. The man was Aita.

"Aita," he shouted, "Aita."

She did not respond to him. The unbearable fishy smell in the room almost smothered him down again. He felt that his nose was about to fail, so he lit a square cigar to stimulate his sense of smell. At this time, his eyes had been completely adapted to the dim light here. He looked up at the murals on the wall, and an inexplicable excitement was stirring in his heart. Although he was not proficient in painting, he felt an uncontrollable joy for the murals on the wall. These exquisite murals stretched from the wall to the floor and then to the ceiling, making people feel a different mystery. Seeing the murals on the room, Dr. Kutlas could not breathe. At this time, he developed an unknown and indescribable feeling. If this could be done, Dr. Kutlas could not breathe.

For example, it is like the excitement and awe that surges in a person's heart at the time of the creation of the world. This painting has an irresistible momentum, which is full of carnality and passion. The interweaving of carnality and passion also contains some terrifying factors. I believe that the painter has long had already deeply realized the mystery of nature and has explored some seemingly beautiful but terrifying secrets. This man knows the secrets that ordinary people do not know, so his paintings do not belong to the world. These paintings depict the most stunning and primitive things. This makes Dr. Kutras think of the mysterious black magic, the magical magic that coexists with beauty and evil.

"Oh my God, this person must be a genius."

He said this sentence reflexively without careful thinking. After he finished speaking, he realized that he was just commenting.

Then he saw a worn straw mat in the corner of the wall, and walked closer to observe and found a body lying on it. It was the dead Strickland, which looked terrifying. Dr. Kutlas, with his strong willpower, did not turn around and leave the place immediately. He walked over, bent down, and carefully looked at the terrible corpse. Suddenly, he was startled and his heart pounded. He noticed something was approaching him. He immediately turned around and found that it was Aita. It turned out that Aita had walked beside him without knowing it. Both of them looked down at the corpse on the ground.

"Oh my God, I must have become dull," he said. "I was frightened by you just now."

He had never thought that there would be such a day: a person who was so good, but now he had lost his breath and lay in front of him like this. Kutlas looked down for a while before leaving. He was in a heavy mood.

"He's already blind."
Chapter completed!